"Do you, Daniel Jones, take him, Darren Hayes, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Do you, Darren Hayes, take him, Daniel Jones, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and... erm, husband. You may kiss the-... You may kiss."

~*~

Throughout the years that we've been together, I think the most defining thing about our relationship is the hesitation that the priest tried to cover during our wedding. Wasn't it funny to hear him stumble on those last words when the rest of the ceremony went uneventful? I still play the tape from time to time. If I had enough energy, I would put the DVD in. I miss you, Daz. Happy Valentine's Day.

~*~

From a distance you can see an old man, still standing tall despite his age. The blond hair may have faded into white and the green eyes a little less focused, but it still burns bright with energy. The way he carries himself is nothing less than dignified. He kneels down and places something on the tombstone in front of him, always touching it. His head leans forward and places a gentle kiss on the smooth surface and even from where you are standing, you can see tears glistening on his cheeks. That must have been somebody he had really loved.

As he gets up, he slowly turns his head and looks directly at you. A small smile crosses his lips and it lights up his green eyes a little. Even at that age, the smile is still beautiful. You wish he was your age.

"It's time to go," somebody calls out to him. He turns and smiles as a young man walks up to him. They hug and quietly watch the tombstone again. They both nod down at it and say their goodbyes.

The younger man supports the older one as they walk away. You finally realize that the younger man looks like a younger version of the gentleman that smiled at you. Blue eyes look with care at the older man. They had both loved the person buried there. When they are gone, you make your way to the tombstone they had left and you stand silent as you read.

Darren Stanley Hayes-Jones
Beloved son, husband, and father
You can be free now. Wait for me, Love.
-Daniel

The wind picks up around you and the hair on the back of you neck brissle. It is comforting and seems to caress the single red rose placed against the tombstone. You don't realize you are staring until a pale hand reaches into your field of view and takes the rose away.

"Hey," you call out. "What do you think you're doing?"

"It's mine," the dark-haired man answers as he walks away.

You look down on the tombstone as if to apologize and quickly look back up. The man is gone and you quickly look around. There is nobody else with you in the cemetery. Then it hits you that you've seen those eyes before. The younger man with the older gentleman has those eyes. You shiver slightly as the wind picks up again and you pull your coat tighter.