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ranpo opened his eyes. he blinked a couple of times trying to adjust to the dark and looked at the desk. poe was sitting there, focused on his new novel. the radio was quietly playing poe's favorite song.
When I grow older
I will be there at your side to remind you how I still love you
I still love you...
ranpo smiled and turned over. he fell asleep again, hearing poe's mumbling to Carl.
lots of blood on his shaking hands. he was kneeling, and his jeans were already soaked in poe's blood. and there was more and more. it was still coming from his wounds. ranpo couldn't do anything except holding him and looking as poe's life was slipping away. he was helpless and for the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do. poe raised his hand, putting in this simple move unimaginable effort. he touched ranpo's check and he smiled.
"i love you", he whispered and closed his eyes.
ranpo was left alone.
he opened his eyes once again and his heart was pounding so fast that he couldn't breathe.
poe turned around and looked at him, really concerned. he stood up and walked to ranpo, who was trembling.
"shh, it's okay. i'm here. did you have a nightmare again?", he asked quietly, putting his hand softly on ranpo's head. poe's fingers ran through his loved one hair gently as he was waiting for the answer.
"don't leave me", ranpo said silently, and his eyes were looking at poe with relief and sadness.
"never. i will always be with you" whispered poe as he was drying his teardrop.
after few minutes ranpo finally calmed down. poe was writing again. it was as peaceful as it had been before the accident. the radio was still playing that one song.
Who will remember
When this is blown over
And everything's all by the way...
ranpo fell asleep again, thinking about the new candies poe's given to him. he couldn't wait to eat them with him.
the sun was already shining when ranpo woke up. he looked at the desk, and he had that terrible feeling that something, someone, was missing. he looked around their bedroom and saw his most elegant suit. there wasn't poe anywhere. his desk was empty. only the radio was still playing, piercing the silence.
Love of my life don't leave me,
You've taken my love, you now desert me,
Love of my life can't you see,
Bring it back, bring it back...
ranpo was standing in their empty hall. he was barefoot, and he was holding poe's last unfinished novel.
he was left alone. again.