He had always loved him.

Always.

Since he saved him as a young boy, he knew.

He knew that he could not love anyone else.

Serve anyone else.

Be with anyone else.

He was his sun, his purpose.

His life.

He would throw away his soul if told by him.

He would steal for him.

Kill for him.

Die for him

Had died for him.

And even when their bodies lay side by side,

Cold and dead,

He loved him still.