A KrisLay fanfic in which the couple is in their older years and Yixing develops Alzheimers, on top of multiple strokes, causing Wufan to face the one thing hes never handled well in his entire life: his feelings. Now Wufan has to be Yixings rock, and the partner Yixings been lacking though their years of marriage  Through long accounts of memories shared between the two, times of trouble, and of happiness, Wufan tries to help Yixing (and himself), cope, remember, and just simply live.**This story is currently on hiatus due to school and lack of modivation to finish it. Eventually i will compelete it, but for now Ive chosen to put it on hold, Im sorry my dear readers** Based on the events Ive witnessed personally between my grandmother and grandfather who have went through the same situation, (and much more), Ive decided to write this. To my grandmother, who has remained strong through it all, I am deeply sorry. Because no one should have to go through the things you have, yet your smile is one of the brightest. The time keeps ticking, and when the day comes that Ill be without you, too, Ill get a glimpse of how you must have felt at that time. Ill miss you, and I love you.  "The End of All Things" - Panic! At the Disco ForewordWufan has never been the sentimental type - or so he thought. Strong feelings were best shown through hard work and preservation, controlled in a very careful manor, not haphazardly and flamboyantly caressed across another being. But this was different. There is always tomorrow. He thought. Tomorrow to let the little things slip, the moments linger, the touches softer, loving. But all too soon Wufan found himself running out of tomorrows. All too soon, there wouldnt be any at all. Now, at age 76, Wufan finds himself changing. His usually hard demeanor and naturally tough expression turns soft not only for his lover, but to the common stranger on the street. He only wishes he had had the courage to show sympathy earlier - for his pride to falter, and slip up - to let the occasional passerby catch a glimpse of that rare grin Yixing so cherished. The grin Wufan seemed to save for him and only just for him. But now, with the days ticking away in the seconds, Wufan finds himself pressed for lost time. Time spent caring too much about the trivial things and less about the here and now - the happy and the sad. Only it always seems the most important realizations happen too late, and time is something you cant get back, so you have to try with what you have. Wufan has to try with everything he has left, for Yixing. His precious, precious Yixing. Im sorry. He whispers, but the mans eyes are glazed and his body limp in the chair, the only inclination of him being heard resounding in the blink of Yixings eyes as they settle on Wufans. And Wufan knows if Yixing could speak he would tell him it was okay. That everything was alright and he didnt need to worry about a thing. He wouldnt want it any other way because things are just fine, perfect, just the way they turned out to be. But Yixing cant speak these words anymore, even though he doesnt need to. I know. Wufan whispers, lips against the others forehead. Well be alright. We always pull through. And this time Yixing closes his eyes for a little while, perhaps in exhaustion, perhaps as a silent answer that neither of them want to admit. But Wufan likes to think the latter in situations like these. It makes it easier that way. It always makes it easier that way.