Tick, tock, tick.. tock.
Those eyes cracked open with dread, the sight of the dull, cracked ceiling exposed, his pants were almost audible to the other being. The grip against the satin sheets tighten with every thought of memories that were now fragmented. Happiness draining at a leisurely pace, sadness overpowering in substitution. His jaw clenched, knuckles turning pale from the firm hold. An arm slowly wrapped itself around his waist pulling the smaller body closer. His grip loosened, body shifted to the side and face buried against the exposed neck. Steel grey eyes remained shut. "You're caught in those bad dreams again…" Not a reply as his words continued on. "Go back to sleep. I'll always be here." And with that, his sweet smelling scent was inhaled for the very last time and long lashes batted close.
KRING. KRING.. KRING..–!
Dark brown hues widened at the ring, but his hands and shoulders shook violently at the sight after him. No, this isn't happening, he thought. The tears had welled up his eyes and it stung. It stung badly and it's threatening to fall down the bridge of his nose and down to the pillow, and it did, flowing ever so swiftly and damping his head support. His world.. it crumbled down in seconds.
There's no one there. No one there beside him. No one was pulling him close. No one was there.
"Kyou..ya."
'Aitakute tamaranai.'