AN: Part two of the Tumblr/self-inspired angst. This follows the plot premise of the No.6 douinshi "My Wind, Forget Me Not," and is meant to be a continuation.
They'd had more time than they'd expected, but nothing could stop the tumor in the end.
Even bedridden as he was, he didn't look as frail as others had. And Nezumi had seen more than his fair share of death. But they both knew the truth. It was an unspoken – yet not ignored – truth that hung in the air around them. It didn't need saying. Not anymore.
"Nezumi," Shion breaks the silence. He sounds like he wants to continue, but doesn't just yet. He looks almost nervous.
Nezumi leans down, and kisses him gently.
"Nezumi?"
"That was a goodnight kiss."
Shion smiles, and a tear slides down his face.
"I'm glad I was able to meet you."
"I know. We'll meet again."
Shion dies with a smile still on his face.
