"There are so many stories I want to tell you... Please don't leave, okay?"
It hurt as if his heart were being carved up by a knife.
"You said you'd protect me... I'm not even dead yet, and you left first. What is that supposed to mean...?"
He cried, and cried, and cried.
The person was already dead. They weren't coming back...
Theme: My sexual orientation is you. You are where my heart belongs.
Boss! I am coming! Me me me! Little bear!