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If there was one thing Shogo enjoyed doing back then, it was playing with Kei's hair. It felt comforting to have the other one sitting on him as he ran his long fingers through that bleached hair, untangling and gently stroking it sometimes, to remind him that he would always love him with all his heart.
A heart that was ripped off when he found out about the younger boy's sudden decision.
His hands felt empty without his beloved, now who will be able to replace that soft hair? Not the same with any other guy, Kei was special, his touches were special, at least, for Shogo they were.
But Kei left him. And he left him forgotten in his world of darkness.
Or, at least, tried to.
Of course, Kei would never do something cruel like that to him. In the end, they were both special to each other, both had a love so strong that not even death could separate them.
So there was nothing to cry about; Shogo would continue his same routine, he would spend his days touching those broken bleached hairs, while his fingertips tenderly stroking Kei's pale cheeks, who gave him a loving look back. Yes, it would definitely have to be a look of pure love, his eyes turning nowhere but him.
"Oh, Kei, I'm so glad to have you with me" having said that, he proceeded to leave soft kisses on Kei's lifeless body, resting his dead weight on himself, just like in the old days.
The putrid smell could be covered up later with the sweet cologne of Shogo.