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“B-But I don’ wan’ hurt ‘im…”

“There, there. I got him for you to bite. He’ll break again, but I’ll fix him right up.”

30-something years later

“B-but I don’t wanna hurt him…”

“Do it.”

“I’ll just bury the body…”

Kremy told himself internally

It had been the next morning since Gideon had taken his own life.

The next morning since Kremy had officially been alone since everyone else died.

The next morning since Kremy had lost his co-worker, his best friend, his husband…welp…his everything.

Gricko died of a fever, Frost said one day he was going to go out for wood, then never came back, Torbek had gotten shot and killed in a fight—

But gods…nothing…nothing could have hurt worse than this…

Kremy had tried to do everything, held him, begged him, but he was too far gone.

He watched as Gideon first slit his jugular, then stabbed himself right in the heart.

As soon as Gid died, Kremy tried shaking him, tried to believe that this was all some sick joke.

Gideon had been the one who helped him decide what to do whenever decision making came up.

…Lost…That’s what he was…lost.

Kremy’s knees buckled mid-walk to the place he was going to bury Gideon, he had no control over it and he fell to his knees, crying and hugging Gideon’s still bleeding body, murmuring his name over and over like a prayer.

He didn’t care that his hands and clothes were covered with blood, his heart ached with both grief for his dead soulmate and anger for his inability to stop him from taking this own life.

Kremy’s chest ached non-stop, like a knife repeatedly driving into him, this was, possibly the worst, maybe the last feeling in his life.

“No, don’t even go there, Kremy.” Kremy thought internally.

“Don’t go like him. It won’t make you any better than him.”

Kremy forced himself to get up, staying just a moment longer, kissing Gideon’s cold, clammy, sweat damp temple before getting up.

It was fucking pathetic, wasn’t it? Kremy Lecroux, the gambler, the grifter, the master conman, fuckin’ cryin’ over someone who was just supposed to be a tool.

I mean, if anything, he accidentally got attached to Gideon.

But fucking hell, he didn’t regret it one bit.

Because out of all of the female gators or…whatever the fuck lizard-folk mated with?

Gideon was his person, uhh…Genasi? All along.

He felt another wave of grief pang in his chest, tears welled up in his eyes again, but he couldn’t wipe his eyes because he was carrying Gideon’s dead, bloody body.

Fuck…

His knees buckled again, and he fell again crying for another 20 minutes.

Once the tears finally stopped, not because he calmed down, no, not that, not for a very…very long time, but because he was just straight up numb, he got up and carried Gideon the rest of the way.

He had dug out a hole 7 feet long and 6 feet deep.

He fell to his knees right beside the grave, not to cry this time, but to press one last kiss to the base of one of Gideon’s horns, then his forehead, then his temple, then his lips, he didn’t care that Gideon’s lips were bloodied, his heart ached too much to care anymore, before finally reluctantly dropping his lover’s body into the grave.

Kremy picked up his shovel, and he thought to do one last thing before Gideon’s face would only become a memory.

Kremy took off his wedding band and dropped it so it would land on Gideon’s chest.

He took one last long look at Gideon, heart aching with love and grief, at the blood trickling down his lips from his mouth, at his closed eyes, at the faint black lines of his eyeliner from tears right before he took his own life.

And just out of pure respect, he took his handkerchief and draped it over Gideon’s face, before finally doing the thing that he had been dreading to do, he shoveled dirt into the hole slowly until the pile was nothing but dusts of dirt that he couldn’t shovel up.

Kremy wandered a few feet away from the grave, plucking a few flowers and a wood board and brought it back to the grave, placing the flowers down.

He thought for a few minutes of what to carve on the wood board before finally carving—