First, only, and last time

.9.

His shirt was stained with reddish spots, he held Jake by the shoulders and stared at him for a long time while the latter wiped the blood that flowed from the corner of his mouth spreading it on the rest of his white cheek.
The blood was still flowing from the tiny holes that Jake had left in his neck.

The candle had burnt out, leaving them in the light of the moon passing through the window with the open curtains.

Jake's once green eyes were now bright red.
Heeseung hadn't let go. He was still holding him firmly, so that he was standing up his shoulders.

Suddenly he puts his forehead wet with drops of red sweat on Jake's who almost stopped breathing at this moment.
His breathing was still jerky and their two hearts were still beating just as hard, synchronizing.

- Jake.

He pronounced like a lament.

He moved closer and sealed their lips in a bloody kiss.

Jake's breathing stopped nice and good this time.
He couldn't take the time to realize or understand that Heeseung had already vanished, leaving him alone in the library.

So many questions were going through his head.
But it's already getting late.
The first glimmers of dusk appeared in the sky.
He had to go find his coffin.
He did, flickering a bit as he walked towards the room it was in.
He lifted the lid and settled in, closing it immediately, not taking the time to change clothes.
He closed his eyes and almost automatically fell into a dead sleep.

*

Heeseung was posted in front of the window of one of the mansion's bedrooms.
He watched the sky slowly regain color.
It had been so long since he had seen the rays of the sun and yet he remembered the last time he saw it rise. But he didn't like to think about it.
The last days of mortal life he had had had re-emerged in his mind recently.

He couldn't bear to think about all that after having done everything to stop suffering from thinking about it.
But he had to, not really knowing why, tell it to Jake. He felt obliged to.
He cared a lot about Jake and didn't want to lose him, he didn't want his secrets to keep them away.

He felt better after telling him all these things about him but it had upset him, there were so many things in his head.
He would have liked the other to understand, to really know, that he had the opportunity to experience what he too experienced.
He would have liked to send him the images of his memories that he hadn't thought about for so long.
To make him live in his own way these things that he did not know.
It was on this that he entered his coffin.