Yet another sleepless night ensues. Tossing and turning, thoughts buzzing and flying rampant.

Ever since that fateful night, defeating Dio.. Sleep has become a luxury at this point. Though, that can’t be too surprising; all things considered. The remainder of the Crusaders have all gone their separate ways by now, hopefully getting on with the rest of their lives.

You, however, seem to be stuck in this constant state of hell—little to no rest, the events a constant weight plaguing over. Your friends’ death fresh in your head. Only recently, you’ve been seeing one in particular.

“You should really look into herbal teas, I hear it’s good for insomnia.” The voice hurts to hear, it’s even worse looking up to catch the glimpse of cherry locks. Those violet hues even appear as lively as the day you met, ironically so. He’s smiling at you, concern for your wellbeing clear.

And God, does it just hurt.