Kazuma walked slowly to the edge of the cliff over-looking the water rushing to meet the jagged rocks far below. He had not intentionally set out for this place, but his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. He hated to admit it, but he came to this spot to talk to Kimishima. He supposed it was stupid and sentimental, but he couldn't seem to help himself. No impulse control, he guessed. So here he was again. He leaned his thin frame against a rather large rock and tilted his head back. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the simple pleasure of remembering Kimishima. They had been lovers, and memories of Kimishima's lips on his, running his finger's through the older man's hair, the sound of them laughing together ran through his mind relentlessly. A silent tear slid down his warm face as images of the two men flashed across his mind's eye. That one quiet tear was all he'd allow himself. It was his small tribute to Kimishima, payment for him being his angel.
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