Warnings: Angst, character death
Note: Really fast drabble that I've been struggling with, sorry if it sucks. u n u;;
Do you remember?
"Ne, Aominecchi… Do you remember that night you proposed to me?"
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"Of course you don't…"
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Looking down at the man clad in his finest attire, he can only smile sadly as he traces his fingers along a pair of pale lips. Lips that are supposed to be a dark chocolate-y colour, like his skin, but instead of that sweet chocolate colour, it's a pale brown.
"I remember though… I remember it all too well."
And the blond does remember that night, he remembers his lover getting on one knee like some cliché movie, sighing to himself as he pulls a box out of his pocket holding a golden ring, because silver just isn't his colour and he knows it. He remembers how he felt so giddy and happy, tightly embracing the chocolate skinned man in front of him and kissing him deeply.
"Yes, of course I'll marry you!"
They were both ready for this commitment.
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Tears, all those tears and he can't stop them. That painful feeling that's tugging at his gut. He doesn't want to believe that it's true, doesn't want to hear it from the officer's lips. He can't accept the news.
Lies, all of it, all lies. His love is not dead, it can't be. The body bag being closed behind can't be his body, it just can't! Even if he catches a glimpse of dark blue, he still doesn't want to believe that the man he loves, cares so deep for, the one he was ready to spend an eternity with, is dead.
The tears won't stop coming and shit, he wants to keep himself strong, stop screaming and yelling profanities, stop his struggling against the men holding him back, but he can't. His brain has no control over his actions anymore. Blindly he's just crying out that name.
"Daiki! Please, let me see him!"
To no avail though, because the officer shakes his head, saying that he can't let that happen, not until they've researched everything and only afterwards is he allowed to see him. More and more tears keep falling from his eyes as he slumps his head in defeat. There isn't anything he can do and does it feel hopeless. It hurts so much, so, so fucking much.
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He doesn't know how to move on like this. He wants to move on so badly and his friends have been pushing him to try and go out some more, but every time he tries he sees him. Everywhere he goes, he can sense him; his scent, his voice, his everything. How is he supposed to move on when he was never able to finish that chapter of his life, leaving him with so many questions that he can only ask himself and never get an answer to. The only answers he gets are his dreams, the dreams where they're still together; living, breathing. Sometimes they'll be sharing the bed or wake up in the morning. Sometimes they'll wake up together with a small being in between them that looks so much like them or one that doesn't even look like either of them, but they'll cherish him like their own, a little child that greets them in the morning.
"Good morning, daddy, papa!"
"Good morning, dear."
He knows this isn't reality though, even if he wishes so hard for it to be.
Before this all he had a perfect life, everything he wanted and needed, but in a flash it was all gone. Sure, he has everything he wants, but the thing he needs the most is gone forever.
His light.
The moon to his sun.
It's gone and he won't ever get it back. He just wants to give up on everything, it's just not worth it.
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Without Aomine Daiki, Kise Ryouta is a broken man.