Running his hands through the other’s pale blond hair, he felt tears well up in his eyes. The look of cold, dead, white skin against his dark black tone made him swallow down a retch. Normally his lover had a healthy ruddy glow to him, and now…
Leaning down he pressed a kiss to cold lips, silently praying they would reciprocate once more, just like always. No luck.
Tears stained the pallid skin, rolling down unmoved cheeks. He wanted to scream. He wanted to swear and cry out and curse this world. He opened his mouth but neither a hushed breath nor choking sob emerged.
Weak and helpless, he clung tighter to the gentle boy in his arms, whose limbs hung limp from his body. He would never hold him again. Never kiss him, never sleep next to him again. Never make love, never cook with, never bathe with again.
Pursing his lips, he brought one hand up to his cheeks, rubbing the tears away and wiping the remainder that soaked into the dead white skin.
Mouthing something, he pressed his lips once more to his lovers body. Never to be told I love you from him. At least he could do is say it himself.
"I love you Riley…"