Thank you so much ☺️🥰

Ahh thank you so much for reading. Glad you enjoyed it ☺️

But for now, he just holds Soap and he thanks whatever angel or godly being looked down on him one day and decided he was worthy to be graced with such happiness and peace.
(19 - Fin)

He breathes out slowly and presses his forehead to Soap’s. “Ok.”

And somehow, miraculously, that answer has always been enough for Soap.
He should tell him more often just how much he loves him.
(18)

“As long as you promise to marry me in every lifetime after that,” Soap responds.

Ghost can feel his cheeks flush. It’s not often they get a little cheesy with each other like this. Mainly because it makes Ghost freeze up and unsure of how to behave normally.
(17)

They simply look at each other for a moment before Ghost speaks again.
“Marry me in our next life then.”

Soap looks surprised for a moment before beaming his smile that makes Ghost’s heart beat faster.
Instinctively, they lean towards each other and their lips gently brush together.
(16)

Ghost doesn’t say anything for a moment. And then, “marry me”, streams past his lips.

Soap smiles gently and cups Ghost’s cheeks. “Simon. We’re already married. Have been for four years now.”

“I know.”
(15)

Time slows once more. Ghost must be losing his mind in his older age.

Or perhaps it’s just that his mind cannot fathom that someone so ethereal is his to love and to hold.

Soap laughs as he comes back to him.
“What about that time?”
(14)

knows he didn’t, cheeky bastard.

“Wasn’t ready.”

Soap chuckles and steps back into the pile, gathering more leaves. “Shall I count down from ten this time?”
Soap doesn’t even make it to five before he throws the leaves again.
(13)

It makes Ghost stutter, that such a beautiful being could possibly find someone like him easy to love.

He feels a leaf land in his hair. Soap is quickly in front of him and reaching up to pull it from his greying blonde locks.

“Did you get the photo, Simon?”
He’s smiling like he already
(12)

But even amongst such warmth, his electric blue eyes break through the veil like a beacon and meet Ghost’s, and they’re lit up like he’s staring at a precious artwork in a gallery.
(11)

After a quick countdown, he throws his arms up and launches the leaves into the air.
They twirl and flutter as they slowly fall back down to the ground.

Ghost forgets to take a photo.

He’s too focused on Soap. A laughing and grinning Soap surrounded by rainbows of reds and golds.
(10)