Carlos walked through the crowds with a blank look on his face, the look that has became apart of him ever since four years ago. His honey color eyes roamed through the festival.

His people were happy, dancing and shooting out fireworks because of the festival. As a King, he should be delighted that his people are doing good in Casimire Empire. But no matter what, he couldn't run away from what has happened ever since he became a King four years ago.

Carlos pulled the cloak over his face, hiding and blending himself amongst the crowd as he walked aimlessly, his heart completely empty. There's no joy living in this world without his sun anymore. The sun that he himself killed, you, his lover, his sunshine, his beloved.

The day I lost you, is the day I gained everything. But I felt like I've lost my everything.

Those words always played in his mind, letting himself drowned deeper in his regret and field of emptiness.

However, Carlos soon halted. His eyes wide and he looks like he just seen a ghost. In front of him, a few feet away from him was oh so familiar person to him.

It's....you?

But it's impossible. Carlos knew you were executed four years ago. How could you still be here? Nonetheless, Carlos felt something in him.

His heart is finally beating alive at the sight of his beloved's face.