#feels!!

Meet my muse in the afterlife (a long lost meme)

  Passing was something that should have been expected, of course his own passing had come as a shock to all those around him, including the late king himself. With what little he could witness, he had seen that while his family mourned, there was a near enough member who had fled, no doubt aboard the yacht he had commissioned for him before his death.

  A year and a half was spent in patient observation of his family, doing what he could in little ways to try and guide them and bring them comfort as pressure, doubt and struggle came in all different ways. When things seemed to settle and his family had a fair grip on their roles and for carving out their own paths again, without him beside them. Albert went in search for the runaway member.

  He didn’t realise it was as easy as it was when he landed in the cabin of the yacht, he wasn’t even sure if his friend would be able to see him, no one else seemed to be able to after all. His younger looking self leaned against one of the walls, arms folded over his chest and legs crossed as he regarded his working friend, Theo still didn’t seem to have aged a day.

  Escape had been a dream for him and so many times he wished Theo managed to find the freedom and the courage to leave just for a short while, that man did not seem to be made to sit still, nor to be away from the sea for so long. However, even he knew it had not been because of a longing to get back to the sea, that his friend had ran away.