Night Flight

Sou stared at his room, at the space he’d shared with Shin for the last several years. His bed, tucked into a corner to hide the chargers he needed to hook his limbs to, recently upgraded to one that could comfortably fit two people. Their desktop setups, back to back, exactly the way Sou had wanted them to be. The photographs of Shin on his shelves, each a personal favorite, that Sou had decided to decorate with and Shin had objected to, but not loudly enough to make it feel like he was actually upset. The toys that Shin had put up, his carefully sanded and pieced-together gunpla models and cute plushies that suited him perfectly. The heater that existed purely for Shin’s sake. The tall windows that framed their desks.He was going to have to leave it all, tonight.