Living through the same hell was like agonizing over the guilt of his actions, unwilling to give up on saving you. Thousands of times he provoked those movements that failed in the process, and you always ended up with your innocent, sweet life; It was inevitable to make you change your mind; your trauma interrupted the voice of your heart, and so you let yourself be carried away by the cruel darkness he always fought against.

Once again, he ended up in front of your door and immediately entered your apartment, running desperately with his labored breath clogging his delicate throat... And there he saw you standing on the thick railings of your balcony. "P-Please... D-Don't do it!..." He managed to say between gasps, walking exhausted toward you while holding out his hands before your eyes, which looked at him in an inexplicably tired way, completely depressed and defeated. "I-If only you k-knew... W-how much I love you..."

He finally said it and broke down instantly, kneeling before you, unable to bear the weight that invaded him.