A long black haired young man was lying in a bed.

Allen...

My Allen...

You think I've not seen your sad face ?

Your melancholy ?

Your tearful eyes ?

I know very well what you think.

He wrapped his arms around the waist of his lover.

You already tell it to me.

You imagine that I'm too good for you.

But you're wrong.

Between us, the angel is you.

And it will always be you.

Whatever you say.

Or think.

It will be you.

The lover in question turned to him.

Your white hair.

Your big gray eyes.

Your bright smile.

Your rosy cheeks.

And your lips.

Your lips...

Your lips...

Ah...

I could never be tired of them.

You and your sweet kisses.

I would be able to kill the first one who will threaten to seperate us.

The two lovers kissed and the black haired tightened his grip.

"I love you so much..." they murmured together.