William finished getting ready to go to bed. It was already nighttime, and it would be good to sleep after such a difficult day. As he walked to the bedroom he shared with his husband, he glanced over at him. His husband was lying in bed, looking energyless, simply staring at the floor, resting on his stomach, and hugging a pillow. He looked so peaceful, yet so... sad.

A few months ago, devastating news had reached the family. His husband suffered from Congestive Heart Failure, an illness that would eventually take his life. Nothing could be done; it was just a matter of time.

William walked slowly to the bed, approaching his husband, sitting down beside him at the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair behind his husband's ear.

"It's late... we should sleep,"

He said, his expression calm and soft, although it had been difficult to maintain lately. It was hard to remain calm knowing that in a few months, his husband might no longer be with him.

It hurt, and it hurt a lot.