For a moment Ryuutaro felt as if his own heartbeat, his own breath would just stop along with his lover's hand falling down.
He still didn't know just what Hayato had said... but he remembered to have heard those words before. Remembered the way Hayato'd said them. If this was... what he really needed Ryuutaro to know there was little doubt about the meaning.
"I ...love.. you, too", he whispered, hearing his own voice turn into a helpless sob.
It hurt. It physically hurt him.
This wasn't over. He refused to believe it was. Hayato'd wake up. He had to. There was no other possible future.
He had to wake up.

And yet Ryuutaro couldn't stop himself from crying. The fortune-teller just broke down, struggling to breath through his convulsive sobbing.

Why did this have to hurt so much? Why did he make himself so attackable by falling in love?
But he knew the answer anyway.
Because every single moment had been worth it. Because it was fate.

And this wasn't over now. Fate would never do that to him. Hayato would wake up. He would. He would.
Ryuutaro told that to himself countless times while sitting in front of his boyfriend's unmoving body.