That kiss. Thats what got you into this mess.

Early morning, laying next to Crowe’s bed, machines beeping from the two of you. He’s still knocked out cold, but you can’t sleep from all the nightmares and flashbacks.

You had managed to fight off Hyugo and Sol, rather surprisingly. Crowe was in critical condition, you were in serious condition.

People who heard the commotion found all four of you and called 911. You and Crowe were rushed to the hospital.

This feels like your fault. You fell in love within a few weeks with Crowe when those beautiful gold rays fell on his skin after he defended you.

All you could do right now is mourn the memory of Crowe’s lips as he lay unconscious from anesthesia, his machines doing everything to keep him from slipping away.

God, why did you have to be so lovesick?

“{{user}}..” Crowe mumbled, looking at you.

You were so caught up in your own head, you didn’t realize he woke up.