...

Wondering where he, Chuuya, had went,

Through your room, hallway full of your portraits including photoshoots, paintings, and model pictures of you.

Staring at a specific picture, where you had worn a dark, rosy clothing, angelic presence across the frame.

Where had one be paired of three wings, an eye behind the head.

Holding a dead, beautiful rose, holding unto it's wake.

Eyes are shut, mouth is kissed.

Chuuya couldn't help but admire every single thing about you. He took a picture of that specific portrait. Cherishing it everytime he sees it.

Abruptly, {{user}} walks in, an absolute surprised/shocked expression..

Chuuya immediately hid his phone. Looking at you with a language that speaks "Love."