I had finally finished recording. I quickly left the room, in a hurry to go home.
"I'm back." I called out, after arriving home.
"Welcome back." Kaito, who was still sitting on the couch, smiled at me.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'm fine," he tilted his head to the side, "how was the recording? Was it fun?"
"Nothing special, just a new song."
Kaito smiled at me and lightly clapped his hands, "That's great! That means your becoming popular and…
"You should have sung the song." I interrupted.
"They chose you because you fit it, Gakupo. I probably won't fit it a bit…" Kaito looked at me in concern.
"How can you still smile? How can you just give up a song?" I shouted with my head down.
Kaito flinched, "Gakupo…"
"Just sleep…I'll see you tomorrow." I left to my room. Kaito stared at my back sadly. I closed the door to my room. What have I done? To yell at him like that…I'm sorry, Kaito.
I walked out of my room after a while. Kaito was fast asleep on the couch. I touched his face lightly. "Kaito…I love you…forgive me…" I kissed Kaito's forehead. Sitting next to him, I fell asleep.
"Gakupo." Kaito called.
I solely woke up.
"You'll catch a cold if you keep doing this…" Kaito frowned.
I shook my head, "Your warmth is enough to keep me healthy."
Kaito turned his head away from me, "Gakupo…I…no longer have any warmth…"
"What?" I stared at the back of Kaito's head in shock. Kaito stayed silent. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards me. I put my cheek against Kaito's chest. It was cold. His body was no longer warm.
"G-Gakupo…" Kaito began crying.
I stayed silent. No longer having any warmth meant that death was close.
"I don't want to go, Gakupo…" Kaito lifted my face.
"…Kaito." I kissed him deeply. This could be the last kiss I can receive for him. Kaito's tears felt like ice against my body. His touch was cold. He could barely move, but he kept trying to satisfy me. He lay close to me holding my hand tightly. He had fallen asleep again. I stood up slowly and took off his hand from my hand. Another beeping sound. They were calling me again. I left the house slowly, glancing back at Kaito who lay asleep on the couch.
Another song…I had to sing it several times because I wasn't 'enthusiastic.' I left the recording studio dead tired. I wanted to see Kaito again. I ran back to the apartment we lived in.
"Kaito!" I shouted.
No one answered. I walked deeper into our apartment. Kaito was nowhere.
"Kaito! Come out, Kaito!"
No one.
I fell to my knees. No, this can't be happening. Kaito where are you? Where did you go? "Kaito…"