When Nico introduced himself to Will for the twenty fourth time in fifteen days, he felt a heavy feeling of hopelessness sink itself into his gut like a nasty soul sucking parasite.

Will's forehead was scrunched in confusion as he asked who Nico was and Nico wanted nothing more than to hold him in his arms and shield him from the rest of the world.

"My name is Nico di Angelo," he explained with a heavy heart, "and I'm your husband."

Will's eyebrows went up at that. "Husband?" he managed out, "But I'm not... well, married. Am I?"

NIco stiffened at that.

He took out his phone and opened his gallery, showing their wedding photos to Will, who swiped through them with interest.

He turned to Nico. "Why can't I remember?"

And oh how Nico's heart ached.

He turned away, trying to the prevent the inevitable, but Will's hands reached up to cup his chin, tilting Nico's head slightly so that their eyes met.

For a second as Nico looked into Will's eyes, he was reminded of all the reasons he fell for him in the first place.

"You were in an accident," Nico replied bluntly.

There were pictures, sure, but Will had gotten into a panic attack the last time Nico had shown them and so he decided to forego them this time.

Will paused as he seemed to let the words sink in.

"So." he finally said, after a few moments.

Nico looked to the floor. "So."

"How long have we been together?"

"Five years."

"And the accident?"

"Two weeks ago or so."

Nico sank into the chair beside Will, suddenly exhausted.

"Are you okay?"

Nico looked up from where he was inspecting his hands and managed a weak smile.

"As long as you're here, I'm fine."

"But I'm not always here am I?"

At Nico's confused look, he gestured towards his head.

"No." he finally admitted bitterly. "But it's enough."

So yes, there were some okay days, there were some bad days, and there were some good days, like today.

Nico woke up to the sound of someone calling his name.

He was out of bed before he even registered his body moving and he was in Will's room.

"Nico," Will said again, a grin breaking out across his features and Nico thought that nothing could compare to this moment. This moment that felt like they were the only ones in the world.

"Will," Nico's voice was hoarse. "Will, hi Will. I missed you."

And Will laughed, a beautiful melodic sound. "What are you talking about? I'm always here silly."

And didn't Nico's heart sink a bit at that.

But then Will was at his side, holding to the sides of his face and he was asking "Nico, what's wrong? What happened?" And he knew something was up, because it was Will and he would always know.

And Nico was laughing a bit, and maybe he was crying too, and Will was saying "NicoNicoNico" and didn't it feel amazing to hear that coming out of his mouth and suddenly Will couldn't say anything more because Nico was kissing him. He was kissing the love of his life. And as he breathed in his soulmate's prescence, he felt that this was enough. Nico told himself that it was enough.

So yes, there were some good days. Those days would be spent talking together, laughing together, doing everything together. Sure, Will still thought that it was the day before the accident but that was fine. Will would ask Nico why he wasn't at work since it was a Friday (It was Sunday today) and Nico would always respond that he just wanted to stay home with Will. And sometimes Nico would cry, and sometimes Will questioned it, but mostly he just held him and they were enough.

Nico would always savor those moments. He would make them stay up late, and brew tons of coffee for Will so that he could stay awake because Nico needed more time with him. He needed more time goddammit and that it wasn't fair.

Then eventually, eventually Will's eyes would start to droop, his head lolling back into Nico's chest and he would snore ever so softly and Nico would feel tears start to fall down his face and he would feel his heart breaking all over again.

Then Nico would take Will into Will's room and kiss him softly on the forehead and Will would always look so innocent then and didn't Nico just want to crawl under the covers with him?

Nico would stop himself at the last minute, convinced that Will wouldn't want to wake up in bed with a stranger and would force himself to cross the hallway into his own room where he would cry himself to sleep. (like a broken hearted fourteen year old girl)

Then there were the bad days in which Will would wake up screaming and Nico would school his face, trying to hide the ache steadily growing inside of him and prepare to meet with a stranger.

He would introduce himself again. And again. And again.

Some days NIco would him everything, spill his heart out and Will would sit there looking confused. Some days, Nico couldn't be bothered to get up and Will would burst into his room demanding where the fuck he was and who the hell are you.

And in those days, he realized that death was not the only way to lose someone.

But Nico knows that he loves Will, and he also knows that as long as they have each other, it would be enough.