Aki sat down next to your hospital bed, his head hanging low as his hands gripped onto yours tightly as if letting go meant surrendering you to death himself.

He felt utterly guilty. He was there when that devil cut into you like a bloody sheep and he couldn't do a damned thing until your body finally hit the floor with a deafening thud. You were his partner. He was supposed to protect you and he couldn't.

"I'm so sorry." He murmured, his grip on your hand tightening.