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Marik looked down at his bloody hands, sobbing as more tears ran down his tanned cheek, and a few salty water droplets fell to the ground mixing with the blood and rain water that was already there. Why? I love you. Why did you do this? He pressed his palm to his to the bleeding wrist of his boyfriend. Then he remembered, he's not dead yet. With trembling fingers he called an ambulance.
He walked into the quiet room the casket of the only person he every loved and the only person he would ever love. Marik looked at the soft-featured, pale-skinned boy his hair was nicely combed but still fluffy, he felt tears at the back of his eyes, but fought them back long enough to whisper the words, "I love you, I will always love you." Before his tears came back, tears that he knew would he would never be of, because the pain of losing Ryou would never leave.
Still the pain haunts me, even now, years latter it comes to me.
How was it? Please tell me. I'm happy with just one little word.
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