Feliciano floated in the darkness. The pain was still there, but there was nothing to relinquish that pain. "There's nobody to save me..." he mumbled, but he couldn't even hear his own words.

As his memories vanished, he only knew one thing for sure; somehow, he loved that blonde-headed man.

Love.

Love.

Love.

And those feelings would never be fulfilled. He would have laughed, but now he couldn't. There was nothing he could do but cry. Nothing to do but cry... and move on...

He grinned, and a light appeared in the distance as his smile filled the dark space. There was no disappearing into black ink, no cheerful funeral. Just life.

But this was the best life... he wouldn't have had it any other way.