I don't know what is this. I just took my pen and notebook and started writing.
[ Inspired by 11th episode of Joker Game: Coffin ]
He already missed them.
The way his eyes shone, with that fierce joyful wildness, hidden intelligence and something else, totally different when he looked at him. However, the eyes that stared back at him now were dull, empty of any emotions, just dead.
The skin that sometimes was warm and welcoming to his touch, other times hot, burning, covered in sweat, now was dry and cold under his fingertips.
His eyes roamed all over the body that was lying unmoving on the hospital bed in front of him, as if his brain wanted to print the picture in his memory.
Silently, with calm breath, he kept staring for a whole hour.
He knew he wasn't supposed to show any emotions. Hell, he was called a monster even between the other guys from their agency, the monster who didn't show anyone his feelings, his weaknesses, anyone but the man in front of him.
So, he decided that for the last time in his life he will show them, cut his chest open and let all of those feels to burst out like a fountain of blood, because his heart was surely bleeding.
A strangled sob escaped those thin lips and his shoulders started shaking violently. There wasn't long until that large figure dropped down on its knees, beside the bed, clutching the snow-white sheets. He buried his head into them as tears ran down his face, damping both the sheets and his shirt.
He let all of the feelings and tears spill out, like he didn't want to leave any in his soul, mind and body. This was his way of saying goodbye to this cruel world, because he wouldn't ever let someone else to make him feel this way. Never.
It was all for him and him only, because he wasn't like others, because he was special and it will remain like that as long as he breathed and his heart was beating, as long as this body as alive, because his soul died the same moment he died. It wasn't meant to be any other way.
After all, he was his world, his reason to exist, his soul. Everything died with him, everything except the dull pain and that fluttering feeling in his chest. His eyes widened as realization hit him.
Even if the man was long dead, his feelings for him were still fresh, raw, filling the hole in his heart, stopping its bleeding almost completely.
Wiping his face with the back of his hands, he stood up, raising his head and locking his gaze with those empty eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips as he closed man's eyes. Ripping the bloody corner of man's collar, he made his way to the door.
Putting his hat on, he glanced one last time at the lying man. He had such a peaceful expression that it almost looked like he was sleeping.
"Goodnight, Taiga. See you in heaven." Aomine whispered and exited the room, a gentle smile never leaving his lips.