[Two days felt like a lifetime. It may have been a year only to Aiichiro but the hours stretched to fill what could have been the same amount of time, torturous in its infinity.
The questions were familiar: how could he have spent even a minute on anything that wasn't shared with Aiichiro? What he would give for another minute. Not like this, wishing that he could forget, and hating himself for it.
He ought to be safe. Back home. One attempt after another to contact him failed, until Jihae finally gave up. He had seen the greyed-out names before. There was no question of their meaning.
Unable to sleep willingly his body forced it on him, with his face buried into Aiichiro's pillow to try to remember his scent before it, too, was gone. That was where he would be found when Ai was ready to come home.]
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The questions were familiar: how could he have spent even a minute on anything that wasn't shared with Aiichiro? What he would give for another minute. Not like this, wishing that he could forget, and hating himself for it.
He ought to be safe. Back home. One attempt after another to contact him failed, until Jihae finally gave up. He had seen the greyed-out names before. There was no question of their meaning.
Unable to sleep willingly his body forced it on him, with his face buried into Aiichiro's pillow to try to remember his scent before it, too, was gone. That was where he would be found when Ai was ready to come home.]