First, only, and last time

.7.

Heeseung stayed, he retrieved the weapons and went back to put them away.

He took the time to change and then returned to his favorite place.

His library.

He did not, however, take any books.

He stood at the window watching Jake leaving.

This vision made him feel something strange.

His thoughts were disorienting.
It was obvious that something had changed since his confession.

But he knew he had done well.
He couldn't have kept it all for him any longer-

He was tempted to ask Jake directly, but something was blocking him.

He cared a lot for Jake, and he couldn't bear this sudden estrangement.
He couldn't lose another loved one.

He wouldn't survive it.

Jake was all he had left in this life.
He loved him immensely.

Love.

Here was a thought that caught his attention.

It had been a long time since he had mentioned love.

Certainly he had already loved in his life.

But that feeling took on another meaning with Jake.

He never hides it, but he never really expressed it either.

Did Jake even realize?

He went back to his desk, sat down in his armchair, and finally lit the candle.

He observed the dancing flame, which reminded him of his protected one.

Jake had this ability to control flames.

Heeseung admired that. Fire fascinated him to the highest point.
It was the closest element to the sun they had left after all.

He loved to watch the flames of the candles dance, enjoying the warmth they provided.

And Jake had this incredible – in his eyes – ability to control their dance as he pleased.
He could warm both of their cold skins or consume their bodies if the mood took him.
It fascinated him to know that he had control of the only thing besides the sun's rays that could destroy them.

Jake had improved a lot since then.
He had only had Heeseung to help him learn how to use this dark gift that he himself had given him.
Heeseung had done his best, and in the end it had served well.

He had always tried to be for Jake what his creator had been for him, and even more than that.

The wax from the candle flowed slowly along it.
The light from the fire reflected the golden hues of his irises.
He no longer thought anything.
Totally focus on the infinite flame dance.
The shadows that followed its movement gave the impression that the room was in motion.
But it alone moved.

Heeseung was as motionless as a marble statue, as if he had been carved there.
The light from the fire gave his skin the same reflections as marble.
Giving it an enchanting, but quite frightening appearance.
Then he felt his presence.