The doctor leans his forehead to his friend, stroking his hair as their eyes meet. Liam has seen a lot of loss and has dealt with a lot of things that needed letting go, but never did he once thought the hardest part would come.
Liam runs his hand back and forth, feeling his friend's warmth as it gradually fades every second.
The sound they make are very minimal. In the stillness of the air, the only thing that resonates are Liam's sniffing and his momentarily whimpers as he tries to hold back his tears, and the ticking of the clock that tells how the little amount of time they have is already running out.
After hours of just staying on guard against his emotions, as the tears he's been trying to hold back race down his face, Liam finally speaks, "No, please, don't."
Mr. Whiskers' eyes are barely open. Anyone can tell how tired he looks and how he's just trying his hardest to stay awake for his friend. He's not used to seeing Liam in the weak state he's in right now. He's used to see him just fooling around and laughing when Mr. Whiskers is getting grumpy whenever Liam forgets to feed him.
He's used to temporary goodbyes during office days but with a token of apology (canned tuna or lasagna) at the end of every day. He knows Liam is used to it, too, for in all those eight times Mr. Whiskers almost said goodbye, he never actually left.
That time everything is different.
In the past days, the stairs become hills, the melody of his voice turned against his hearing, his purr caused pain in his throat, the light hurts his eyes so bad he doesn't want to open them. The treats are no longer interesting and the hourly meal no longer excites him.
For 13 years of being together, they know what they mutually understand.
Mr. Whiskers' going to miss stealing Liam's lunch and dinner and demanding for food in the middle of every night. He's going to miss the pissed look on his sleepy face and the dried drool every morning. He'll miss pissing on the carpet and shitting on the windowsill. Hell, he's going to miss being scolded but being loved afterwards.
He's going to miss his hooman, that's for sure.
Liam's eyes are broken faucet oozing out uncontrollable tears as he watches the remaining stars shining in his friend's eyes. He's a pet doctor but even in the point of no return, he is nothing. All he can do is pity himself as he stands there hopeless waiting for a friend to pass.
"You're my only friend." He can't clearly make it out as his nose is already clogged for too much crying. "I promise to give you more treats that you can eat. I promise I won't get tired of cleaning your mess even after heavy days of work. I promise I won't get mad. You're my master and I'm your slave but I'm still your dad and you don't have the right..." He stops as he can't hold back another whimper.
"You don't have the right to leave me this way." Liam kissed his forehead and as a lone tear falls from his eyes down to Mr. Whiskers', he closed his eyes.
"You're all I have."
But for all he knows, it is certain that even the most beautiful things meet their end.
- - -
"It's my fifth day and I haven't taken a single bite even from a cold sandwich." Another morning and another nagging time for Leo. That is right. They've been together for five days, living under the same roof, sharing the same job and same time. Eyrin is grateful she has a very courteous roommate that greets her good morning daily, but what she's not happy for is the rants that follow it.
She loves listening to deep confessions but handling tantrums of a teenage ghost, that's not even listed in any of her to-do list.
"Feed me." Eyrin jumps back after Leo suddenly appears only an inch away from her face.
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