TW: Missing someone, crying, hospital mention.

Emile got ready for work as usual. He looked on the calendar and noticed that it was his wedding anniversary. Emile looked at the date.

'May fifteenth... me and Remy's anniversary.' Emile thought. He felt tears rush to his eyes. He quickly wiped them away and grabbed his bag, walking out of the house.

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Emile called his next patient into the room; Elliott.

Elliott sat down on the couch as Emile closed the door. He sat down in his chair and cleared his throat.

"Do you how do?" Emile smiled a bit.

"Fine." Elliott said, then muttered, "I think..."

"What happened?" Emile asked.

"Well, my boyfriend is in the hospital."

"What!?" Emile yelled, his glasses failing to stay up.

"Don't worry, he just got into a fight," Elliott said, Emile sighed in relief. Then Elliott muttered, "With knives."

Emile was quiet for a second, "Do I even want to ask...?"

"You probably don't," Elliott said.

"Alright, so how's life?"

"Horrible."

"Knew you were going to say that..."

As the appointment progressed, Emile felt more lonely by the second. He kept looking at the time, making Elliott question some things.

"Dr. Picani, I always see you looking at the clock, is there something wrong with this appointment? Am I making things worse?"

"What? No! No, that's not it." Emile said. He smiled a bit as he thought of Remy.

"Do you have a significant other, Doctor?" Elliott asked.

Emile nodded, "We've been married for three years..."

"Oh... where are they?"

"He's... halfway across the country on a tour."

"He's a singer...?" Elliott questioned.

Emile smiled a bit. "Yep..."

He fidgeted with his wedding ring. Elliott looked down.

"Today's our anniversary..." Emile muttered.

"Did he forget about it?" Elliott asked.

"I don't know, exactly," Emile said, his phone slightly buzzing. Emile picked it up and noticed that Remy sent him a message.

R: Hey, I'm so sorry that I had to miss our anniversary, baby! I'll make it up to you soon, I promise!

Emile smiled and put his phone back and spoke, "He didn't forget... he's just busy."

Elliott nodded, "I wish you the best of luck, Doctor..."

Emile hummed sadly and started to wrap the session up.

~The next day~

Emile was taking a day off from work and was in bed, sleeping.

That's when the doorbell rang.

Emile groaned and rolled out of bed; literally. He grunted and slowly got up, walking downstairs and to the door. He opened the door and gasped.

"Remy!?" Emile yelled.

"Hey, baby..." Remy's smile wavered as he held a bouquet of different-colored lilies. Tears rushed to Emile's eyes and he hugged Remy. Remy hugged back, careful as to not messing up the lilies he bought for a hundred fifteen dollars.

"I missed you... what are you doing back so early?" Emile asked.

"I couldn't stay apart from you... and I quit," Remy muttered.

"What!? Remy, singing is what you like to do, why'd you quit?"

"Too much pressure... and I didn't want to be away from you for weeks at a time."

"Remy... I love you." Emile smiled as he looked up at Remy.

"I love you too, crinul meu." Remy softly kissed him. (Romanian for 'my lily')