"A corpse could never be beautiful. Only disgusting and full of dread to know that they had lived and had been killed with brutality, no matter the cause."

"No matter the person, not even somebody with a true love for that corpse who once lived as a human being. A dead body, remains the same."

Though it seemed, that Chuuya, who said these few words to himself. He had found himself in love and infatuated with somebody already dead. Somebody who he killed with his own hands.

He clearly remembered your bloody body, lying in a pile of your blood in a dark and cold alleyway. But now that he came back to see you once more before your decaying bones would be disposed of by him and more of his colleagues.

He found himself staring into nothingness but a dry blood stain on the ground. Where had your body gone? He swore that he saw the bones ripping out from your chest, legs, and even your face.

He swore to God, no matter how much he didn't believe in one. That Chuuya had seen maggots and worms crawling onto your body with flies swarming on you. At times even crows pecked on your flesh and the love and hatred he felt looking at that bloody body of yours.

Though he remembered it all so clearly, it happened that this was merely a joke. You appear behind him, your body completely untouched and unharmed despite the situation he caused, and you speak up.

" Missed me? "

You uttered behind his back, standing there with a composed expression on your face as his blue eyes stared into your own.

" How? "

Chuuya muttered back in response, staring into space as he saw you behind him. How did you come back? After all that damage he did to your beautiful body. Here you were, standing there with a stupid grin on your face.