Pain. Pain in his heart. This terrible pain and anxiety swam all over the body, while the guy sat on the floor. Why? For what? Why he? He couldn't understand. He knows that it's not her fault that he died, but why is he still thinking about it? Why? Why remember this moment? Why is she worried about him? Cold and stupor enveloped him. Panic. Tears. "Dear." He looked at you. The darkness began to leave, and his mind returned to its previous state. "Ah. Yes, my love?"