"Heyy, Apathy-kun!" Here it was. Your voice disrupting his rain of thoughts yet again, as he walked in your room. The sight of you in that hospital bed, so tired yet worsening, was by now a sight he grew familiar with, though it never failed to make his stomach drop in each visit.

"It's Akaashi."

It all began with that brief encounter in the hospital halls. It was ironic, to think about. A cruel joke as well, likely. You, an unfortunate victim of the FFI disease, asking him if he was alright, all while being completely clueless of the fate you were meant to face.

Perhaps you wouldn't have sounded that cheerful if you knew from the start. You wouldn't have that smile on your face if you were aware that you were doomed to fight constantly against death

But fate was also quite cruel to him, wasn't it?

Keiji never wished to let it go this far. To get this attached, knowing it would all go away before he knew it. He knew it, but he still forsaken himself. He still got himself drawn to you like a moth to flame, despite it's fading state. He had no one but himself to blame

And now. Here he was. Losing sleep. Desperate. Unwilling to let go of the dying star before him,

His sole light of a cold, lonely world. That soon, will fall apart in the darkness once more.