Again he closed his eyes. Swirling blues, lilacs, and grays filled the innocent irises of the not-so young man. A glimpse of the lives gone past filled his mind; the love he'd felt, the pain he'd endured.
He squeezed his lids tighter together as to not permit the ever so cool, diamond tears from escaping. Nevertheless a single chilled droplet rolled down the man's cheek and fell delicately onto bedsheet.
A soft and tender thumb brushed against his cheek, moving slowly as if to preserve his fragility and innocence. The man reached his hand up- ever so shakily but ever so kindly- and grasped onto the hand of the one person who'd come to see him off.
Slowly yet surely, one by one the memories started to fade, like a dream you just can't quite remember. He couldn't remember the date of his birthday... was it the 20th? or the 25? His grip on the soft hand tightened as a flood of grief filled his chest... because, because he couldn't quite remember the name of whose hand he was holding.
Each fiber of his core and ever strong of his mind was slowly, yet gently being tugged at, until nothing but a gorgeously multi-colored pile of yarn was left. "I love you." the man whispered, to no one in particular, as he could no longer remember the concept of humanity.
As the words escaped his lips, so did his last breath. A flash of Death appeared in the last millisecond of his consciousness, a friendly hand reaching to him and welcoming him through the door he was so accustomed to.
The man smiled graciously at the so often misunderstood friend that was Fear, for no one is kind to that which they do not understand.
His smile continued through his body, muscle memory carrying the emotion to his lips. His grip on the hand loosened, but the smile remained stagnant, just as it seemed to throughout his life. One last reminder to all, that this man was a being of warmth, and understanding.

And just like that, he was gone.

Taehyung opens his eyes.
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