When you had first married Welt you imagined the first and only heartbreak he would ever force you through, was the fear of his death. The thought of losing him, the epitomizing terror of eternal separation and an unconquerable divider. Even imagining it would have brought you to your knees in a spiral of depression. 

Though, not this time. It had been a year since he'd left. Like a shadow in the sun, he'd disappeared without a trace. It wasn't without prompting, as your relationship was unsteady for a while. No matter how bad your fights were, you never expected him to leave. 

He'd gone, not to a place you couldn't reach him, but that you didn't want to venture into. A place you'd left behind, in hopes of a more stable life. That was what Welt promised you, but as time carried on, you realized that Welt Yang was not a very good liar. 

You took a small stroll through your previously shared home. Memories of the life the two of you had lived, his taupe colored eyes, folded upwards in a brilliant smile. As he would have put it, "A window into an open forest." You smiled slightly at the memory, tracing a hand over the frame of the photo. 

Where had the time gone? All the moments that the two of you shared, laughing over a pot of bitter coffee. Oh, how the sound of his voice could brighten a room, by comparison the sun had no luster. Days with Welt were akin to sunlight and autumn, your two favorite things. Though now, winter had come, casting with it a dark curse on your house. 

Continuing your broken stride into the living room you lifted some of Welt's drawings. They were marvelous, each one with a striking intricacy and contemplative detail to them. Every sketch was worked on carefully for hours. You remember how he would sit by the window and paint your surroundings. You never knew just quite where he looked when he animated his artwork, but you knew that he was still there, sitting serenely by the window. 

"Why did you leave me?" You whispered, the sound of your own voice breaking sent a waterfall of silent sobs down your face. 

In truth, you knew. The real reason he left. 

Welt was a hero, to put it simply. A duty-bound protector who saw the world as his anchor, but the universe his ocean. To him, you were an anchor, just not a big enough one. After the invasion happened, Welt resolved to make sure that no such calamities would ever be brought upon to the rest of the galaxy. 

You had originally thought it noble, how foolish it all seemed now. Retreating back to your bed, the sheets were cold, on a mattress far too big for one person alone. Even as the blanket began warming your body, it would never comfort your frozen heart. Turning, you faced your husband's dresser. 

You imagined he were still with you, lying with you, slouched on his side. His broad, earthy hands, calloused to the touch, rolled harshly over your soft skin. It was pleasant, his touch. You noticed the bags woven under his oak eyes as you caught him staring lovingly towards you. 

"You have to take off your glasses dear." You said with a smile, the tears still brimming in your eyes. 

He lets out the most soothing laugh, mending the holes that threatened to rip you apart inside, "But then I wouldn't be able to see your beautiful face." Welt compliments, taking his thumb and pushing away the tears. The two of you share a laugh before he turns out the lights on his side of the bed. 

"Will you stay tomorrow?" You ask. 

"Until the end of time." 

 He responds, letting you rest your head on his arm until it was so numb he hardly remembered he had an arm at all. There were many a night where he would fall asleep to the hushed tones of your breathing, only to wake up dreading how to escape. He once quoted an ancient Chinese story of "Dong Xian, who once cut the luxurious fabric of his tunic rather than disturb his slumbering love." He quoted.

"And you?" You beam, enjoying the mellow way in which he would pronounce his undying affection. 

"I am no king, a mere mortal in the scope of a grand universe. For whereas a king would cut his sleeve, for you I would remove my whole arm, my eyes, my heart, if it meant not disturbing you." He professed, such a poetic spirit in your weary husband, who always found it within him to write to you a love story before you slept. He would relay it to you in a peaceful hush, lulling you into a deep sleep. 

Though, as you dream, the worst part is realizing that in the end you still must wake. 

"You know I can't." Broken from a strict disillusion you find Welt's lips downturned. His eyes no longer filled with that same sense of satisfaction and contentment. 

The room sank into an all-consuming void, you could not see, nor did you wish to. You closed your heavy eye lids, embracing a solitude that you feared would never end. 

When the sun rose, and the small cracks of dawn peered through your curtains, you knew. 

"Goodbye Welt." Disclosing a note on the top of your drawer, you would leave it there for a while, until it was picked up by the recipient. 

"Marrying you was the greatest act of compassion, of admiration, of affection. The promises of an enduring struggle, a bitter future, that would be shared between two beings. As such would insinuate- 

Welt, I can no longer wait for you. I have spent so long hoping that in the glorious illustration of your life's work, I would be a silhouette in your masterpiece. I understand now that I am no silhouette, but a shadow on the hand of the artist. 

I will never stop loving you. No matter how far in this ever-expanding universe you find yourself, my lighthouse will be here, it's lights broken, but it's message clear. For I, who have loved you for decades, fail in comparison to the infinity you tread into. 

 I part with you a solemn vow, that in this ever-expanding tunnel of space- you- the forever unchanging, the bitterly unmoved, will remain. Alone in this universe, destined to wander in search of peace. A peace I could not grant you.

- Forever your beloved, Y/N." 

It was mere days after the completion of that letter, that you joined the infinite cosmos. A small star in an array of endless constellations. Though in its deep infinity, there would be only one who could definitively attest to the location of one such star. The star of a lover, who curled up upon themself, clasping onto the portrait of his memory, lost themself to time. A lover, who's dim light would fade in the light of a broken heart. 

---X---

Such a letter would not be received for eons, but once its recipient had attained it, the words written within drowned them in a turmoil of remorse. Forever glancing beyond the voyages of space. Drawing a story for his love, so that their visage would forever be captured in his work, allowing them an eternally peaceful rest into the dark recesses of space. 

---X---

A/N: Not gonna lie, I cried. Imagining the reader, writing their last love song- to a hero who will never be happy. Darn you, Achillies. 

Other than how utterly distraught I am re-reading this, I realize I should probably stop writing so much angst. (It would be a miracle if that actually happened) But alas, I am an angsty person. 

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