Send me away with the words of a love song

It was coming faster now, it was in him now. The chill was creeping up his legs, which he could not move now even if he wanted. The thought was a nice one, a good one. He imagined getting to introduce Kite to his father, of being able to hold the little man in his arms one last time with the knowledge he had to savor ever moment of it. "That sounds nice." He rasped, his body barely able to  form the sounds. He slid eyes closed, an image of him and Kite and his father talking playing before his mind's eye. And then of holding the man, of kissing him, of telling him over and over and over again he loved him.

Octave's last thoughts were of Kite. Octave's last thoughts were of love.

-Exit Octave via death-

Octave & Noko