Akira woke up about an hour after falling asleep, stretched across the bed with one arm folded under his head, serving as a pillow to Abigail. He slowly opened his eyes, and yawned, running his free hand through his hair. He glanced at Abby, still sleeping on his chest, and slowly picked her up, moving her away to allow him to turn to the side, and softly hug her, trying very hard not to wake her up.<br/><br/>He softly stroke her arm, and his hand stopped on her shoulder. The smile that was set on his lips before suddenly disappeared. He knew far too well why - the unnaturally black color, creeping up towards his elbow, was a sign that he doesn't have that much time left. Ten years? Fifteen?<br/><br/>Gods. He wished there was more. He didn't want to leave her.