The punget smoke fills the air. Wriothesley has never been the one to smoke, he doesn't like the taste nor the smell. But what to do when his mind won't cooperate with him?

It's been 30 days. 30 days since he lost you. And not once he regretted it. You weren't supposed to come with him that night, or your life won't be ending on a cliff.

You, can see him through the thick bars, his empty eyes won't budge. Maybe it's time to say goodbye for the last time.