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“Do you miss being alive?”
The question seemed odd, they did not talk of his life, Charels talked about his love of life and how he missed it. Never did they talk of Edwins shot time alive. If he was being quite honest, he did not remember much from being alive. Being in hell for 70 years dose nothing for preservation of memory. “Not particularly” he said, still looking down at his book. It had been a long week, he just wanted to read. “Oh” Charels just looked at him, like he was waiting for something more. “Why not?” And honestly Edwin did not know what had set off this particular line of questioning but if it was important to Charels then it was important to him as well. “There was no space for me in the living world” Edwin placed his book down. “What do you mean” Charels moved so he was standing by the desk. This all seemed so unnecessary, “I was not liked by my pears or my family. I was always too much or not enough” Edwin took a deep breath. “You know who peculiar I can be Charels” he said and Charels looked so sad. “I am not happy I died, I did not wish to die” Edwin stood up walking over to charels taking his hands in his own. “However, in death, with you, I have found purpose and space to be who I truly am with out fear of ridicule. I Also do not think I would have lived a happy life; I am better off the way I am now.” Edwin placed a kiss to Charles’s cheek. “I am better off with you”