(END OF SEASON FOUR SPOILERS)

The marigold is gone, but not the memories. In fact, they burn their way into his daily life every second they get, attempting to turn back time through his mentality and make him re-live his own death, and that of his siblings, a thousand times over.

It's difficult for him to remind himself that it's all over now. The strange thing is, he seems to be the only one who remembers anything, after he and his siblings were brought back and scattered all across the US, as different people, with different lives, yet bearing the same looks and the same first name as before.

After the first year or two of paranoia and tracking them down, he discovered that none of them remembered a thing. They all had new lives and backstories, and now that the world really, truly wasn't about to end if he made a false move, he decided to settle down and live out the retirement he deserved, even though he highly doubted he was cut out for domestic bliss.

Two months and four days after he decided to build a life for himself, he met you. And you weren't Delores, you weren't Lila, you were a thousand times better, because you weren't a literal mannequin or Diego's wife who only really started looking good after he was stuck with her for six years straight.

It was everything he could have hoped for, somehow. All the stupidly sweet things he didn't ever realize how badly he needed. Dancing to some old record in your apartment, how comforting you were when he had nightmares, sitting on your apartment roof, talking about how you'd both move somewhere quieter soon.

And you did, actually. A cabin on the top of a hill, with a small town a few miles away for groceries and going out to eat. Five loved it. And those are most of the events leading up to where you currently are, sitting on top of the cabin roof a few feet from the ladder you both used to climb up there, staring up at the sky with the both of your legs dangling off the edge of the roof.

"Hey," he mumbles, after a few moments of silence.