"Gremio," he whispered into the old man's ear, his voice was soft yet hoarse. His eyes was red, but no, he didn't cry. Not yet.

"Thank you." He smiled, and he could feel the old man nodded a little, his eyes were wet. With a weak voice, he spoke, "It was fun, young master. This sixty seven years… with you."

"Yeah," the younger man tried his best to sound as cheerful as possible, even though he was sure it's kinda failed. He watched the weak breathing of the old man in front of him. Laying on the bed, unable to move. But finally his eyes closed, slow but surely, his breath stopped.

"Goodbye, Gremio," the younger man whispered again.

Tir McDohl, he cried in silent.


Akh I hate English T_T it's sooo long since I write in English. And after long struggle with this international language, this very short drable is the only thing I can write.