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age: 35
"I'm gonna go to bed Illumi," I nodded my head. It's been 5 years since his diagnosis and he still has the symptoms. I'm always nervous whenever he falls asleep because he usually doesn't. I've learned to live with it and to trust that he'd always wake up the next day.
"Goodnight Hisoka, I love you." I always say it for him to hear in case he isn't able to hear it again.
"Goodnight my love, see you tomorrow." And he drifted off to sleep, so did I, right next to him.
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I woke up to a loud beeping noise and running footsteps.
Hisoka never did wake up.
He never did kiss me that morning.
He never greeted me with his tainted smile.
But our hands were still held, mine were warm, his were ice.
He was gone.
"Wait for me Hisoka," I cried while strengthening my grip on his hand. He never tightened his hand, they remained limp and cold.
I packed up all my belongings in that room, and left, trying to never look back.
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I never did get over Hisoka, my first and last love. I always looked at the photos we took together in our past. Oh how I missed those times, causing trouble together.
I didn't go to his funeral, if you are wondering. I never wanted my last memory of him to be him laying in a casket. However I do visit his grave quite often, I like to pretend that he's still there and talk to him.
I miss him dearly.
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age: 59
"Hi Mister!" A little girl ran up to me.
"Oh, hello," I tried to be friendly.
"I like your ring sir!" She pointed to the diamond ring Hisoka once got me at our first kiss.
"Thank you, that's very kind of you."
"Where did you get it?" She asked.
"My lover gave it to me long ago," I remembered.
"She must've been very in love with you!" She smiled.
"Thank you, though it was a man." I informed the child. She looked surprised, "I-is that weird to you?"
"Not at all Mister! If you love someone then you love someone-!"
"C'mon we have to go now!" Her mother called to her. She waved goodbye, I waved back.
Love is love huh? I suppose it is.
(a/u: there will be two more chapters after this one)
