180 days.
"This is humiliating."
"Shut up and enjoy it."
Niou puts his head atop of Marui's as he is piggy backed to the far recesses of his back yard. Past the hill where they watched the stars and past the willow tree where they kissed, until they are at the white fence, the edge of the property.
"What?" Niou asks.
He is set in the grass and Marui sits next to him.
Marui reaches into his bag and pulls out a book. "I've been reading sad crap lately for some reason because no matter how crappy I feel, it reminds me I could be worse."
"Poetic."
"This is poetic. Emily Dickinson. The woman was off her rocker. She wrote this thing, 'Because I Could Not Stop For Death' and—"
Niou says:
"Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality."
"You know it?"
"I get it."
Marui leans over and kisses Niou. His words are lost in his throat.