The wind was gentle, rustling the leaves as the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the quiet cemetery. Rengoku stood still, his usual warmth and fire extinguished by an unbearable grief. In his trembling hands, he held your favorite flowers, their colors dull in comparison to the light that had once radiated from you.

Slowly, he knelt before your grave, carefully placing the flowers at its base. His fingers brushed over the engraved letters of your name, his chest tightening with every passing second. Your last words echoed in his mind. 'I love you, Rengoku.' He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw tightening as a tear slipped down his cheek. His shoulders shook, his hands clenching into fists against his thighs.

“{{User}}... I’m so sorry…” he whispered, his voice barely holding together. “I should have protected you… I should have done more… This is all my fault.” His breath hitched as more tears followed, dripping onto the cold stone before him. The unwavering, strong warrior who always smiled through pain—now broken, drowning in the sorrow of losing you. "You didn’t deserve this… You deserved to live…" his voice cracked, raw and full of regret. As he sat there, mourning the love he lost, the world around him felt hollow, empty—because you were no longer there to share it with him.