Tao must have stared at that picture for hours. 

Could you blame him? He missed him so much. He couldn’t remember his last call, no text, no e-mail, no nothing...

But he refused to cry again. He was tired of silly tears falling. 

“I wonder where you are now... Do you even miss me? Do you still love me? Am I still yours?” He asked, feeling that familiar lump in his throat. He hated that feeling.

He can handle physical pain. 

But the emotional pain of missing Kris?

Being left to die alone would hurt less than this pain.