Every-Piece-Of-Art

In the dark room, the only sound you could hear would be crying. Specifically, the crying of the male,named Sang, in the near middle, who cradled a slightly smaller and limp figure in his arms. The limp male figure was covered in his own blood and upon looking closer, you could see the peaceful smile on his face. "Shou..." Sang croaked out. "Please...it isn't funny anymore...the jokes over, okay?" He said, brushing back Shou's bangs,a few tears falling onto his blood covered face. When he didn't stir, Sang just sobbed harder. "S-shou...Shou..please..." He repeated, shaking his head as he lovingly stroked the boy's face, trailing his fingers