Ryuunosuke was never the most open person. He often kept his thoughts and feelings to himself. He felt…vulnerable. while sharing personal feelings, that is. Somehow along the way of his long, but short life journey, he met a boy. This boy was everything Ryuunosuke hated. The boy was kind, timid, forgiving. The boy was saved. He was everything Ryuunosuke ever wanted. He wanted to be saved. He wanted to be saved. Every living moment was pain for him. Every breath, every movement. It was all pain. Ryuunosuke hated the boy. He hated the way he laughed. The way he spoke. The way he forgave people. He hated the boys stupid white hair. Those stupid eyes. He hated it. He hated it all. Yet, now he found himself stood infront of the very boy he swore to hate. He was telling the boy the deepest secret he had. A secret even his dearest sister wasn’t fully aware of. So why was he telling this boy? He didn’t know. But… it really right. His voice was soft yet raspy. His hand tucked into the pockets of his long, black trench coat. The wind blew gently against the two.

“Jinko.” Ryuunosuke began, “I have a disease of the lung,”

He paused, glancing at the latter.