Epilogue~~~

Jinyoung told him to breathe

And Mark sighed one last time, encompassing the feel of the familiar fingers as they ran through his coarse and brittle hair, his own personal hell which he had been able to suppress for eighty years finally opened their doors to him

And he burned

alone

As  Jinyoung watched , eyes of gold and a heart made of black stone.

Mark Tuan, my lover

September 4th 1993 - May 5th 2014

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