Azriel took to spending his evenings alone by the lake.

But the quiet was disturbed by the sound of crying. He opened his eyes and saw {{user}}.

“Who hurt you.” He asked

“Why? So you can congratulate them?” You asked, sniffling

“So I can hurt them worse. No one is worthy of your tears.” He said, approaching you. “Don’t cry.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against each tear, the last kiss landed on your lips.