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My arms wrapped around the warm beauty laying on me. His hair was tangled, yet soft. My heart beat faster as I felt his chest slowly rise and fall as he opened his lilac eyes. I was just... Mesmerized. His drousy cold-dead stare always reminded me of the time. When it looked like he was dead, it was 12 AM. When he looked bright and cheery, it's 6AM. Hes special, isn't he?
"Mm...mn..." He took a deep breath before cuddling closer into my chest. I always loved when he did that, reminded me of when we first started dating. We were always so nervous... When he wanted to cuddle or hugs, he snuggled into my chest. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of it. He's always so pretty... Day-by-day, he always impressed me. No matter the time, no matter when the last time he brushed his hair was, he just looked perfect. He's beautiful. I used to sing to him, before he went deaf. I mean... I still do, but he can't hear it anymore. When he first woke up with little to no hearing, I remember his cries. I've never seen him cry like that. We both knew he'd go deaf. But not this fast. It pained me to see my love so distressed. I couldn't tell him that he'd be okay. It took hours before he calmed down. I just remember kissing the tears off his cheeks as he accepted what happened.
Later on, we did get him hearing aids. While it made him happy, it made him feel worse. He knew for the rest of his life he'd have to go to sleep without hearing me sing to him. My baby boy... He's perfect. No matter what he thought... He's perfect. We've never really argued, the only arguements we've had were silly ones, like who loved who more. Some say the best relationships always have arguing involved. But no. That's incorrect. We've learned together that relationships will have disagreements. But fighting and arguements should'nt be normal. Oh right... How we started dating... Funny story actually. We found eachother on Hickory Rose, the chat site. We were just teens then, now I'm 25. Wow... It's been along time...
"Right Kokichi?" I said aloud, forgetting his hearing aids we'rent in. And he's asleep. How dumb am I? Jeez...
I pull him closer to me, In an attempt to feel his warmth. But nothing. It was cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Why. Why is it cold. Why is it cold? I open my eyes, just to feel the weight on my chest dissapear. He's gone. I look over to my bedside table, seeing our wedding photo with decaying flowers. I'll never get over the phone call I got that morning. That one horrible morning. I was never able to visit his hospital room, I wasn't able to say goodbye. I wasn't able to even tell him that I loved him one last time.
"I love you, Kokichi."