He held on to me tightly, fingers digging into my skin. I winced. "Miharu, I...I'm not like everyone else. So please..." When he said that to me, I didn't quite understand what he meant. It wasn't until we were on the floor, clothes peeled off and cast away, until I realize what Yoite had meant.

Where there should've been a significant member, there was only a small organ. It wasn't disfigured; rather, it was almost cute, how it was flushed pink in response to our kisses. And below the member was an entrance, clearly wet. Now, I've never seen anybody's body like I saw Yoite's, so I can't compare it to anybody else in the entire world. I just know that he had a member and a small hole, and that it wasn't like anything I had.

My cheeks blushed a little from the awkwardness of us being naked, but I wasn't in the least bit disgusted. This was Yoite... I blushed even more just thinking about him. My heart ached for him. This was the secret he had been holding in all along, the shame that he had hidden underneath those layers of clothing. Nobody knew - only me. This had been his secret, his secret alone. And now, it was ours.

When I looked up into his eyes, I could see him questioning me. In those crystal orbs I could see the stark fear, the shame, and all the pain of the world pouring out of them. He was trembling with it, and I could feel his skin shaking under my fingers. Repeatedly he opened and closed his mouth, grasping for something, anything, to say to me. He searched for explanations, excuses, apologies, but he couldn't find anything to say. "Miharu, I..."

I put a finger on his lips, the corners of my lips upturned slightly. I knew what he needed. This soul, this heart had been so alone, he didn't even know who he was anymore.

"Yoite."

He is just Yoite. That's all. That's all I have to say, Yoite. The person who I seek out in my dreams, the person who makes my heart rise and plummet, is just Yoite. Yoite. No matter who Yoite is, I'll accept him. He is my other self. My other half. My...

The saltwater that slid down his cheeks alarmed me, and I put my hands up to his face in hasty efforts to stop them. I called out his name, pressing a fervent kiss on his lips. I kissed his lips, his nose, his eyelids - anything to make the tears stop. He made no sounds; he just sat there, looking at me, the water from his eyes dripping off his chin.

"Yoite, Yoite, you're just Yoite. Yoite...please, Yoite. You are Yoite...my Yoite..."

Over and over I called out his name. We sat there, on the floor, with not clothes. Nothing clothed us but skin and scars, and Yoite's eyes were glass. My hands stayed on his cheeks, digging up into his hair so I was then holding on to him. I clung to his mottled skin, delighting in his scent. I didn't care if he was different; he was all I knew, and he was all I could love in this world.

"Miharu..."

He was now looking at me. His ashy hands clasped over the ones I held to his face, and his cheeks turned slightly red. Under my fingers I could feel the muscles in his skin tense as his lips curved upward. The tears were still there, but in his eyes I saw a light that had been missing before.