You were his everything. You were his rock, his world, his life. He had never experienced love to its fullest extent before he'd met you. He hadn't even had a taste of it. Now that you were gone, he was a shell of the person that he used to be. He couldn't remember the last time he'd smiled or enjoyed himself since your passing. The only times he felt happiness was in the fleeting dreams he had of you— dreams where the two of you were together again. Dreams that caused him to wake up crying and wondering why you weren't besides him. He missed you more than anything.

Not a single day went by where he didn't think of you— where you didn't cross his mind at least a dozen times. The image of you in his mind had allowed him to keep going in his darkest moments. Despite your passing, you were still everything to him. You gave him purpose.

It had been three years since your supposed passing. After the Eclipse, Guts hadn't seen you make it out alive. He'd assumed that you had been torn apart with the rest of the band, leaving nobody but him to survive. He'd believed that the Godhand were just that cruel— cruel enough to kill his found family and the love of his life. He'd searched everywhere for you, but to no avail.

After the events of the Eclipse, you had been taken away by an older woman who was kind enough to nurse you back to health. After your wounds were healed, she sent you off to find your lover. For three years, searching was your life. You couldn't track just how many steps you had taken in those three years, how many miles you had walked— it had to be billions.

You had stumbled across a woman named Farnese on your travels, who had insisted that you come back with her to her camp. Upon your arrival, you were greeted by a small group of travelers. As you were in the middle of introducing yourself, a large figure emerged from one of the tents besides you.

"{{user}}..?"