At first, it’s only static and noise, but then a picture clicks into view, all green and hazy and at first unfocused. There’s a moment of noise and what sounds like fumbling, the picture on the screen tilting and flickering before a mass the colour of skin comes vaguely into view. There’s another awkward moment as the focus is shifted, and slowly a face becomes clear from the mess of colour, forming dark hair, pale skin, red lips, and familiar blue eyes.
“Erik,” the face’s voice says, weak and barely there. Erik wants to turn away. He hears a throat clear itself.
“Erik,” the face’s voice says again, and it sounds like it only just manages to keep from cracking. Erik has to stare in disbelief for a long, suspended moment, because— well, because it’s really him. It’s really Charles. Charles is speaking to him once more.
“Erik,” Charles says, sounding like he’s dry-swallowed a pill that’s much too large, “I need you to listen to me very carefully, okay? Today is March 3rd,” he says, but that’s wrong. March 3rd was three days ago.
“Tomorrow will be March 4th, and after that March 5th, and next month is April, and then later it won’t even be the same year any more.” He takes a pause. Erik needs it. “I know that— well, I know that today was supposed to be our anniversary. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to end up this way. I really didn’t.”
Erik doesn’t know what to do.
“I’m really sorry, but I— you know, I’ll always love you. I always have. Even when I first met you, I— well, I never believed in love at first sight, you know? It’s cliché. I know I told you when we got married, but I feel… silly right now just saying this, in this situation? But I did. I fell in love with you the moment our eyes met at the exposition that night.”
Charles eyes are beginning to form tears. Erik’s been crying for three days.
(Source: gravityartbitch, via synekdokee)