Another Zexion-based fan-fic, this one shows the night before Gildas' death. Based on the Golden Chamber fan-fic series by Haru 93 and myself.
Gildas looked up at his lover. Zexion lay there, lying with him, the bedcovers pulled up to his neck. Zexion smiled. “What is it?” Gildas just looked back to his love. “Zexion… you know what’s going to happen… right? With me, I mean? And you know it’s… tomorrow, right?” Zexion looked sadly at his boyfriend. “Yes. I know.” Gildas looked away, blinking back the tears appearing quickly in his eyes.
“Well, Zexion, my love… Tomorrow, when I do… die… I want you to find someone new.” Zexion shook his head. “No. Never. I never want anyone but you. You’re so perfect… no-one could even compare to you.” Gildas shuffled beneath the bedcovers, turning away from the man he loved. “You don’t… understand. I’ll be gone. Forever. You’ll never see me again. And… you can’t just shut yourself away because I’m gone. You mean so much to me, I can’t just trap you like this. You need to find someone else who will love you.”
Zexion shook his head violently. “I can’t. I can go without… without physical touch. I don’t care. I just want you. No-one but you, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I ever did anything against you… I love you.” Zexion’s arms wrapped around his lovers’ waist, holding him tightly. Gildas squeezed his hands. “I know you do. And I love you… which is why I have to set you free. You can’t stay shackled to me after I die, you have to move on, find someone else who makes you feel this way…”
Zexion’s voice was quivering. “I can’t… I can’t. I love you too much, I could never let you go…” Gildas turned and looked back at him, “You have to.” Zexion shook his head again. “I just can’t, Gildas! Don’t you see? You’re the only one who can make me feel like this, I’ve never cried for a guy before, never! Then you came into my life and… I can’t live without you…”
Gildas threw the bedcovers aside and got out of the bed they shared. “What… Where are you going?” Gildas walked silently to the wardrobe, pulled out a pair of semi-formal jeans and a white shirt and pulled them quickly on. “Gildas? What are you doing?” Gildas walked to the mirror, mad a vague attempt to comb his hair, and walked to the door, opening it into the darkness. “Gildas, talk to me!” Gildas turned his head slightly, and looked at the floor by his feet. “No more. Conversation closed.” Silently, Gildas left the room, without a backwards glance to Zexion, who was now crying quietly into the extravagant pillows.
Gildas walked to the roof top, and sat watching the moonlit sky. The stars shone brighter than ever, and he knew what was to come. “Tomorrow I die… tomorrow I leave you, my love… I just hope, in breaking my heart and breaking yours, I’ve made thing easier for you…”
