"You… are not dying, right?"
Yael says, his eyes fixed on Keiji's coffee-colored ones. He does not know what he even means and so he asks, even though he is scared to know his answer. He does not know what to expect nor what to feel if ever it is bad news. Based on his actions, his hopes of getting positive news from Keiji is being crushed into tiny pieces. What might be happening to him right now that he keeps saying this? Like a dying person telling his last words to the people that meant so much to him.
Keiji chuckles as he fixes Yael's bangs, his fingers gently threading on the softness of his silky hair.
"Of course, not."
Yael nods before he goes down and squats on the ground. His knees are getting tired of waking. It needs rest. When he notices that Keiji is still standing, h
