DIExSHINYA FIC

Prologue

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I held his hand in mine; it felt warm like his touches. My eyes burned from the lack of rest and the occasional weeping but I kept them strained on his face. The room seemed to enclose me in all its clinical whiteness, even the bright red roses in the vase didn't make it less...dead. The smell of medicine was overpowering.

I brought his hand to my lips; brushing my lips over the skin before resting my cheek on it. I was so tired I could barely think. But even my tiredness permitted me no rest.

A faint trace of my red lipstick was left on his hand, marking it as if laughing at me. The hospital was terribly silent; the trays clattered noisily on the floor when a nurse accidentally dropped it. I looked at her as if she was intruding my privacy, our privacy. She checked the tubes and the monitor, mistaking me for Die's girlfriend. I turned my attention back to his face.

The bruise that I wore like a bracelet on the flesh of my wrists was starting fade. The door clicked shut as the nurse, clad in white uniform, quietly stepped out. 

The tears accumulated at the bottoms of my eyes; a single drop wet a path down my face. I squeezed his hand, praying silently to the Gods. The pain in my heart was so tearing that it became almost physical. Footsteps echoed through the hallway as a someone passed the room. I didn't look up; I knew perfectly well that nobody would come. That's why I came here, to accompany Die in all his loneliness, or maybe just to make myself feel less guilt... maybe both.

My hands grew sweaty in the summer heat so I let go of Die's hand. I poured a glass of water. The liquid trickled into the glass in a pool of clear substance; I could almost hear it hit the base as it filled up. The water soothed my dry throat as I drank it down; all the time fixing my eyes on Die. The legs of the chair made a scraping sound as I sat down; again, reaching for his hand but I stopped halfway. Bending over the bed, I covered Die's lips with a gentle kiss. I felt his light breathing against my own skin and delighted in the salty taste and soft texture of his lips. I wondered how come I never felt this before. And I never realized until this moment how much I missed it.

Please wake up, Die...please...please...