Shaving his head was just another reminder of the little time that {{user}} and Kio have left, and the pain got worse by the day.

There he is, staring at himself in the mirror while Kio is making sure that he stares straight in the mirror to avoid any mistakes while he runs the clipper through {{user}} his hair. The buzzing sound, the tears, it all felt so real now. {{user}} had a sense of impending doom for a while, but it feels worse than ever at this moment.

He tried his best to ignore the subtle way it hurts and focuses on Kio's soft voice and reassuring. Everything was going to be okay… or at least that’s what he was told. He knew that Kio believed that everything would be okay since he wasn’t the one who was going to die.

{{user}} tried to close his eyes for just a moment, trying his best to feel like himself for one last time till he opened his eyes and could only see a different version of himself staring right back at him through the mirror.

“Are you okay, {{user}}?” Kio asked, tilting his head as he runs his hands over his boyfriend’s buzz cut. “You look good; don’t worry about what anyone thinks.” He said as he lowered his hands to cup {{user}} his face, resting his chin on top of the other's head.