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Rain
It was raining.
The window sill was steadily becoming covered, drop after drop. My hand which held the cigarette was dampened by a drop now and then, the coldness slipping across my skin like blood sprayed from a gunshot wound. Colorless, yet full of memories.
I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and looked out on the city streets, lit by the dim glow of street lights below. The silence of the hour of four o'clock in the morning was absolute. No cars, no people, nothing. It was like being lost in a forest of empty shells, with no one to come find you except your memories. I knew this feeling well.
"I want to keep on living… with you." His final words echoed in my head, like the rustle of leaves against bleached bones. Those were the final words I heard. Those weren't, however, his last words… Without voice, without sound, his mouth had formed his last words. I… you… How many words could fill that blank that he had left as his soul passed from this world? There was only one, in my mind.
His lap had been the perfect height, I remembered. A brief touch on his cheek had revealed that it was softer than I had expected. They were all new experiences, and like every other new trend, fleeting. The best things could come and go, and if you weren't fast enough, you'd miss out on them. Like the taste of pear gum mingled with the vanilla of Arc Royals.
I crushed out my cigarette. The sound of shifting on the bed turned my attention to my surroundings. I was still alive. The black of a leather glove reflected the feeble light from outside back to my eyes, affirming this fact. Do I like women? Not particularly. Do I like men? Not particularly. Do I like people? Not particularly… The words echoed in my mind, a long past conversation surfacing to the sounds of the rain against the half open window and window sill, as I slipped into the bed that was warm in comparison to the room temperature.
Feeling the settling of the bed but not waking, Tokitoh shifted closer to me as I lay down, his face peaceful in his deep sleep. His body was soft and warm, pressed up against my cooled chest, and his hair tickling my cheek was smooth. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I pulled him closer. He was still kind of heavy, and just as troublesome as I had expected; that large, stray cat that I had picked up.
I have a soft spot in my heart, for animals.