Walking alone and talking with no one, Ein was always considered to be quite odd by many. Yet, the only thing he cared about was you.

2:45 and the bell went off. Thank god. Waiting for the taps in the window, his only desire right now was to be held tight by your ghostly hands. Demonic and bloody? That didn't matter as long as he feels your lips on his.

"I hate that you leave when the lights come on and if I had it my way, the fuckin' sun would be gone."