A week later, Eirix left the earth. Eirix finally decided to go to a doctor. He always tried to push his problems away and hoped that his problem was more severe than he thought. Maybe something can happen with him. He didn't eat. He just drank water... a lot. He always stayed in his room. He cried many times, but now there's no one who can help him to calm down. He lost every interest in his life. The meaning... everything.
He walked to Zamariel's throne room first.
"What do you want, sir..."
"Aw, you won't call me now, dad? How sad... so are you excited?"
"About what?"
"Oh, I didn't mention? Tomorrow will be your marriage."
"No, there's no way that I'll do this..."
"You will... your friends are still alive."
"I... okay..." He nodded and walked away.
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He finally made his way to the doctor's room. He hated the doctors, but he felt he had to go there. He entered the room, it was cold, and silent.
"Good morning, prince... how can I help you?"
"Good morning..." He fell silent.
"How can I help you? Is something wrong with you?" He tries to stay specific.
"I have a stomachache..."
"Okay, that could be many thing, you should lay down on the bed." He said and put his hand on the examination table. "I'll do some test to find out what's going on inside."
He leaned closer to hear his heartbeat.
"Okay, it seems normal. Can you pull up your shirt and lay down? And about the pain, does it hurt constantly, or does it just come and go...?"
"It just come, and go." He said and pulled up his shirt a little.
The doctor raised up his hand and put gently on his abdomen. His hand was cold. He used his power. He can feel every abnormality with his power. He flinched and pulled his hand away.
"Is everything okay...?" He sits up.
"Yeah, everything seems normal."
"You flinched..."
"Oh, did I?"
He acted strangely, but Eirix didn't bother him with that. He didn't care about it now. The angel just hoped that he could get something for the pain. He just walked away.
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In the evening, he stayed in his room when his stepmother entered the room.
"Here are your clothes... be prepared for the party, you'll meet with your wife tonight."
"I don't care. So go ahead..."
Hours later, Eirix watched every angel. They danced. He watched their every movement, with someone, he was alone, he tried to stay away from his wife. He didn't like her. He poured a glass of wine and drank it. He just watched the red liquid in the glass. He wondered the only thing that could help on him was the alcohol. Like Naoki did. It seems it's working on him. He just looked out of the window and wondered about his friends. Where are they...? He missed the times with Nayuta and he can not think about when he'll meet with them. Maybe never. He just looked in the glass and drank it. He watched the stars when he saw a shooting star on the dark sky. He had a wish then.
"I wanna see them. I wanna see Nayuta again." sighed and put one of his hands on the window.
His body suddenly flinched when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. It was usual in the last days and he still doesn't know the reason, but he doesn't wanna tell it to someone. His mind didn't stop thinking about his friends. His eyes got tearly, and he just let it flow down on his cheeks.
After a few minutes, he felt a warm touch on his wrist. The figure pulled him away and held him closer. His warm, gentle touch on him. No. It can't be. Or maybe. He looked at his face. He wore a mask that covered his eyes, but Eirix recognized him. He was Nayuta. He held him close to his body. He pulled him onto the dance floor and began to dance with him carefully. His steps were gentle, and he held Eirix's hand carefully. Nayuta wiped away his tears, leaned closer, and kissed him gently.

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Forgotten memories
RomanceThis is a BL/Yaoi book. Two boys who want to find his home. The pleace were they belong... Eirix, the prince of heaven and the sole heir of his father, tries to find the essence of his recurring dreams. The abusive father and the continuous rules t...