[The painful, gnawing loneliness that came with Aiichiro's absence would have ended him. There were others he cared for but it was different with the boy who needed him, who gave him a purpose beyond himself. His body felt cold after the seemingly endless hours attempting to grasp and accept that he was gone, but he hadn't moved the covers.
Sleep now was a dark curtain that would offer temporary solace. Yet even that didn't last. Aiichiro's voice. His presence. The slight weight of him, the way he held him, just like so many other times. Was he so vile that he deserved to suffer in his dreams as well?
Jihae whimpered, his hands reaching for the ghost's. He felt real, and warm like a lifeline. As he woke up, his breaths became laboured and shaky. I'm home. His hold on Aiichiro's hand tightened as if that could keep him from disappearing when he turned his head.
It...worked. He was still there. The same colour hair, the first thing that had endeared him to Jihae, the same eyes. It was too much of a shock for him to speak.]
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Sleep now was a dark curtain that would offer temporary solace. Yet even that didn't last. Aiichiro's voice. His presence. The slight weight of him, the way he held him, just like so many other times. Was he so vile that he deserved to suffer in his dreams as well?
Jihae whimpered, his hands reaching for the ghost's. He felt real, and warm like a lifeline. As he woke up, his breaths became laboured and shaky. I'm home. His hold on Aiichiro's hand tightened as if that could keep him from disappearing when he turned his head.
It...worked. He was still there. The same colour hair, the first thing that had endeared him to Jihae, the same eyes. It was too much of a shock for him to speak.]