Amaguji Stories.

"The Prettiest Flowers Die So Soon."

It wasn't easy letting him go, but he knew there was no stopping it.

His final moments, Rantaro was there by his side. He knew he was, he could hear his voice. He was holding onto his hand, wasn't he? He definitely was, just like he would always do. Just then, did he hear the words that filled his dying soul with peace.

"I love you, Kiyo. I always did, and always will."

And like that, he was gone. Time of death was 12:48 pm, or so the doctor said. Rantaro couldn't care less, all he could do is stare at his lovers form. Korekiyo's lips were jerked into a weak smile, his eyes half lidded and glossy. Rantaro almost didn't realize the tears running down his face, he was too busy gripping Korekiyo's cold, stiff hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't except it.

He didn't know when he got dropped off at home but when he closed the door something snapped back into reality. He looked at everything, every single item, reminded him of his boyfriend.

The kitchen where they'd have their morning cups of tea. The pictures on the wall of them and their adventures around the world. The living room where they'd read together. Hell, even the very scent of the air. Everything about the house was him, and it made Rantaro's knees weak.

He barely managed to get to his bed before his body gave out. He dragged his body to Korekiyo's side of the bed. The room was cold, cold without the warmth he brought. He clutched himself tightly, trying to fill the missing piece. It just doesn't work, he feels so incomplete.

But he knows it'll be alright. Everything will be alright because Korekiyo isn't truly gone. He'll always be here in his heart and memories. It'll be okay, but for now he needs for grieve. Now, he lays there staring at the ceiling. Numbness and the hurting of his watery eyes drifting him to sleep despite his head going wild with thoughts.