They had always known. Always, even before the day they first met they had known that they’d be torn apart in the end, as all humans were. But he had never expected it to come like this. Not with medicine still bitter on his tongue, his warmth fading and Jericho’s beautiful, yet sad smile still haunting his mind.
No, he hadn’t expected it, and do not want to accept it. So he reaches for his love, even if he is pulled away by a force he can not defy, and his hand can no longer feel warmth. Still his ears can hear, though, and he hears the silent whisper of his beloved, drifting up to him.
“Farewell, my Devon….”
The words are heavy, silent and he wish they was heavy enough to hold him down. But not even the brown haired man’s voice is enough, not even his warm hand on his own cooling skin can defy death. It wasn’t supposed to end like this, not at the moment when they felt the most alive! Not at the moment when they heart beat to the same drum, when they breathed each others’ air and gave themselves to the other.
Yet, here he is, drifting away, slowly, painfully as he leaves the dreamer he loves behind. And all he can do is reach for him in futility, knowing that he’ll never feel that soft hair between his fingers again. Knowing, that he’ll never taste life again.
Knowing, that his terminal illness had ended his life in the arms of his lover, leaving his love Jericho to face the world alone…
Text by Green-san
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