POV: Riley

At one hundred years old, I woke up surprised to still be alive. Aaron lay beside me, breathing steady. One hundred years old himself. We'd been married eighty-two years. More than a lifetime. More than I'd ever expected when we first met during the Void War.

"Morning, love," he murmured, opening his eyes.

"Morning. We made it to one hundred."

"Both of us. Together." He smiled. "Still the best decision I ever made. Marrying you."

"Even though I dragged you through dimensional wars, cosmic conflicts, and raising a daughter who could perceive reality's echoes?"

"Especially because of that. Life with you was never boring."

I laughed. Then I...