I'm slowly updating some of my stories. I thought that to get back in the hang of things, that I should start with some of the least complicated stories. Many people asked me how Wolfram had died and for a while I always wondered how would I end things for them in a way that would make sense for them as a couple. I figured that Wolfram would never leave Yuuri, even in death, unless it was for the most selfless of reasons. So, here is the way I always imagined Wolfram had died. Enjoy. It's short and to the point.

My dearest Yuuri,

For forty-two wonderful years I called you my lover, my confidant, my soulmate. You wiped my tears when I was sad; you held my hands when I was nervous; you loved me even when I probably didn't deserve it. I often asked you why you looked upon me with such wonder in your eyes and your response would always be the same, "You are my greatest discovery. My most satisfying exploration."

I never told you this, my dearest Yuuri, but you were my most precious treasure.

At ten years old, I knew you would be the man I would marry.

At sixteen, when you and I gave ourselves to each other, I knew my fate with you was sealed.

At twenty-three, when you finally proposed, I was on top of the world and was prepared to live the rest of my life with you.

At forty, when you came home from the orphanage, with the tiny little girl you saved from the harsh realities of this world, I knew that I had the best husband and now father in the whole world.

At forty-five, when our little one, Greta, fell off her bike and you rushed to her side, but she told you she could do it on her own and you smiled and allowed her to stand on her two feet. You were the most amazing man to my eyes..

At fifty-eight, three days after the accident. Three days after I woke up to find you by my bedside holding my hand, looking extremely pale and haggard. When I woke up and you smiled and told me that everything will be alright. Three days after-when doctors told me Greta could not make it without a kidney transplant, and as you entered the room once more, doctors left me with the bittersweet news of our daughter's life hanging by a thread. That you could not bare to give me such news and tried to protect me, as you always do. My dearest love, I'm sorry that I made this decision without telling you and as you read this letter, it only means that my decision gave you our daughter back while at the same time taking me from you.

My only regret, my love, is not having the courage to have told you this in person, as I know you would have done everything in your power to change my mind. And for that, I am sorry.

I love you. I will always love you. You are the strongest most beautiful person I had the honor of having in my life.

Forgive me,

Yours and forever

W.

Yuuri held the letter in one hand while tears streamed down his face. His husband's body-no longer warm to the touch-laid on the hospital bed. His other hand held onto the lifeless hand that was dangling. The operation, which should have been a simple procedure, became complicated when Wolfram's organs began to fail. The doctors and nurses-all watching the poor man crying-scurried around the room, while the main surgeon profusely apologized to Yuuri. The commotion in the room became background noise. All Yuuri could see was Wolfram's dead body. And he could not hear the rich laughter that once came from those pink plush lips.

"I'm sorry. His body could not take the anesthesia. We advised him that it would be dangerous considering his own injuries, but he was adamant that we save your daughter. I'm sorry, truly. I wish I could say more."

The kind and fairly young doctor placed a hand on Yuuri's shoulder, squeezed it lightly, then left the grieving man.

Yuuri knew that Wolfram had been keeping a secret since the day he learned of Greta's ailment. Yuuri had not told Wolfram about her status after the accident, because he feared the news would devastate the already injured man. He did not think Wolfram would have asked the doctors about Greta's condition. Yuuri thought he had assuaged wolfram's curiosity about their daughter, but he should have known better. Should have known that Wolfram could read him like the best well read book in his library. Could tell that Yuuri had been lying to him about their daughter. Yuuri, now looking back, should have realized that Wolfram would do anything for him and Greta. He, however, did not think that his love for their daughter could rival that of a mother. Did not think that he would sacrifice his life for her.

That he could leave them, leave him.

And as Yuuri held Wolfram's favorite flowers, lovingly gazed at the headstone bearing the name of his greatest exploration, all he could muster-if only in his mind...

I forgive you my love, but you are wrong. I'm not the strongest person you've ever met. The honor of having had you in my life is all mine. I can't wait for the day when we meet again.

Greta gazed upon her father as he sat on the porch of her modest home. It always pained her to see him rocking on that chair, watching the sunrise with a small frown on his face. Yuuri sighed and gently called out "Wolfram."

She knew that this had been her Papa Wolf's favorite time of the day. She touched the swell of her stomach, tracing the scar left there years ago and her eyes began to mist over. Greta composed herself and took a few steps to reach her father.

"Dad?"

Yuuri did not respond. Greta tried again and knelt next to him and touched his arm. It was cold. Her tears immediately came to her eyes and she rested her forehead on his lap.

"You can finally rest dad. Say hi to papa for me and tell him that everyday that I am alive I live it to the fullest, to honor him. I love you both so much. Rest and be happy."

And whether Yuuri and Wolfram met in another world or another afterlife, the two loved unconditionally and fully.

Hope that this is okay. Thank you for sticking around with me. It has been nearly ten years since I updated any stories it seems-time sure flies. I've become a mom to four kids (they are not mine, I have custody of them) and It has been nearly impossible to do anything that I used to enjoyed, writing stories included. But, I am slowly trying to get back on this...lets see how long I can keep it up.