A/N I just finished playing P3P and cried at 5 am, so I decided to try a Ryoji/Mshe fanfic since they're one of the many pairings I ship 3 -

Amor Semper

Love Forever

Pairing: Ryoji/Pharos x Mshe

Warnings: Spoilers, if you haven't finished the game

"We're one and the same you and I, my dearest..."
Ryoji's smile was the same now as it was when he was the boy in my dreams, the premonition I'd see during the dark hour.

He held onto me tightly; he was taller than me so I found my face pressed into the soft scarf tied around his neck.

"I'll always love you."

His words were so sweet, and they made me feel happy and sad at the same time. He was like a posion in and of himself; I hadn't formed a connection like this with anyone in SEES, not even with he that had become my lover.
Inside of me, Pharos, Ryoji, had rested nearly my entire life, and because of that I felt an attachment to him that words can't describe.

"I love you, too...Ryoji..." I slowly embaraced him back, wrapping my arms around his torso.

We were in the darkness together, he and I. After graduation, everything went black. I was nowhere and yet everywhere at the same time...I could sense that the world was safe, that my sacrifice hadn't gone to waste.
I missed my friends already, though...but at the same time it was a comfort knowing Ryoji was still with me.

"I know about you and Akihiko-senpai...But I forgive you. Only we can complete each other. You understand, right?"

I nodded and tried to smile at him; he smiled back and I felt his thumb grazing along left cheek, smearing something wet.

"Do not cry, my dearest. We will have each other always. Fate has tied us together with a red thread." With that, Ryoji's finger went under my chin to guide my gaze to meet his sapphire eyes.
His eyese are a beautiful color, and they have a certain glow to them.

Ryoji gives me a soft kiss on the lips. I closed my eyes and let him. It felt comforting, being with Ryoji like this, knowing that even if I had no one else, even if I was alone in this realm, he would be there.
I remembered our night together at my old dorm.
He wanted me to touch him, to feel assured of his own existence.
We did touch that night. I made him aware of himself, and he had spoken the same words to me then.
"I love you."

But what was love? A word to describe a certain feeling, but what were feelings?
The brain's response to certain stimuli.
I inwardly shook the thoughts out of my mind.

"Ryoji..." I looked up at him.
"Yes?" He whispered my name.

I continued to embrace him, closing my eyes. "I love you."
Why had I not told him this during that night? He was so warm-so soft.

"I know, and I love you, too, my dearest. Forever and always."