III: And Let Me Return to Where I Belong

I don’t know what time it was when I woke up, but the sun had not yet risen.

I looked down at the sleeping face pillowed on my chest, white hair turned silvery by the moonlight that eased in through the open window. Wisps of white framed his peaceful, contented face. I raised my hand and began to run my fingers through that white silk without a second thought.

Allen stirred as I trailed my fingers through his hair. “Nnn…” he murmured, half-opening his eyes. “Rabi…?” His voice was a lazy purr. It sounded absolutely delicious. “Hello,” I said quietly, still finger-combing through his hair. Allen let out another throaty purr. “I like that,” he said, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

“Rabi?”

“Hmm?”

“Promise me something.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t leave me again without saying so.”

“…I won’t, Allen.”

I can feel your breath against mine

I can feel your skin against mine

I can feel you against me

I can feel you and know that you are real

I can feel you and let you know that I love you.

Author’s Notes: Yes, I know this chapter was spectacularly short, but it was meant as more of an epilogue, not to really continue any further.