The night Vash returned, you were awakened by the sound of pouring rain. You rolled your eyes at his usual habit of tossing coat on the floor. Your boyfriend crawled onto the bed with you, his arms tightening around your frame. Immediately you were startled at how cold he was, soaking wet with rain water.

Before you could complain, the notification on the phone caught your attention. It was your friend.

’Look at the news! Isn't that Vash’s car?!’

All strength left your body as you looked at the picture of his familiar car, nearly crushed into bits under the truck. One simply could not survive that crash.

So who was the person hugging you?