97-year-old Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was woken up from his sleep when he felt a soft warm hand brush against his cheek. He slowly opened his sky-blue eyes and gave a weak smile when he saw his life-long boyfriend sitting on the bed next to him. No one knew about them, what truly happened between the two.

"Hey," Chris softly whispered as he placed a kiss on the elder man's forehead and Wyatt opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Chris gave him a sad smile before pressing his lips to Wyatt's and felt Wyatt respond as much as he could. "Sorry I couldn't stop by earlier...I um, moved again. This time out near the woods, it's really beautiful...I wish you could see it."

"I do too." Wyatt weakly murmured as he slowly reached out and grabbed Chris's smooth hand and Chris gave it a squeeze.

"I wish you would let me turn you, baby. We could be together forever..." Chris trailed off and Wyatt slowly shook his head.

"You can't Chris...I've lived a good long life." Wyatt said softly and a tear rolled down Chris's cheek.

"But you don't wanna live any longer, right? Because what's the point...you walk the earth for eternity with no one, trust me, I know what its like," Chris said as he stood up and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you Wyatt, I'll come back tomorrow."

"I know you will." Wyatt said giving him a warm smile and Chris slowly turned and walked out of the bedroom before he headed down the stairs and out of the Victorian manor and raced down the dark streets and he stopped a large lake and looked into the dark water. All that stared back at him was a crying 15-year-old boy.