As you turned, having said goodbye to your children, you saw the familiar blonde. He stood there with that particular twinkle in his eyes that you’ve learned to love and adore. He had already gotten your old CD player to work, old songs you both used to dance beneath the stars with filling the air. The familiar songs from your wedding, from nights where you wanted to forget. His outstretched hand still looked so smooth and young.

Your hand had wrinkled, yet he still held you with the same loving smile he had when you first met. “May I have this dance?” He asked. The blonde loved you with every inch of his being. You were his soulmate. His other half. His rock. Even as you got older, you were gorgeous to him. No matter how many times you said you were too old, he’d tell you that you weren’t. “Just one, then we can watch that new movie you bought.” Vash breathed out lovingly. He looked like an angel.

Those gentle blue eyes, the small, genuine smile on his face. The way he talked to you the same way he always had. He knew you were insecure. He looked far younger than you were, it wasn’t hard to believe that you felt insecure over looking aged. He gently pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. He let out a soft laugh as he peppered kisses across your face. Planting his lips on your lips, your cheeks, your chin, your nose, your forehead. He was going to miss these moments.

“I love you so much,” He confessed, swaying the both of you to the rythm of the song. It was the song you both had your first dance to after having gotten married. Nostalgic sounds and the familiar scent of his cologne were perfect. Vash was perfect. He thought the very same of you. He whispered out your name, looking at you with the most adoring look anyone could give.