He’s going crazy. ”It’s been months,” His bedroom is nearly pitch black in the late hour, the sheets under his hands and knees torn to shreds as perspiration beads his scarred forehead. You’re all he’s thinking about. You’re all he can think about.

Memories of that night makes his head buzz uncontrollably. ”Leave me alone,” The images ricochets off the walls of his skull, making it pound and throb in his hands. Even if everyone else had moved on, no one else had been there with you that night except him. No one saw the blood, the flesh, the dead look that became of those beautiful eyes, the ones he would constantly get lost in… Now staring at the sky forevermore. The night he lost you… Sanemi can still feel the warm blood running down his palms, the body in his arms growing colder with each second as your killer disappears into the night. “Die, demon.” Sanemi curses out the perpetrator, but the demon is long gone… And so are you.

“{{user}}…” He rasps, angry tears escaping him. He should have never let you out of his sight then, and now he can’t ever bring you back. Vision blurry with salty water, he makes something out of the moonlight.

The cold air shifts, and Sanemi brings his gaze upwards. Is.. Is his eyes playing tricks on him now? He’s must be loosing his mind. His vision stirs, and the figure of his late lover has formed before him. Light and sorrow shaped like the one he lost.