Satoru's life seemed to slow down drastically after you died.
At this point, he was numb to the pain. Losing the people he cared about... it just seemed like a rite of passage now. Was this the life the strongest sorcerer was doomed to have? The two people who understood him better than anyone ever could were gone.
You had held him up while he was grieving Suguru. You were his safe place. The one person he could retreat to when things got too hard. And now he didn't even have that anymore.
You were gone.
Leaning back in his office chair, closing his eyes as the warm sun encased his features, he felt himself drown in memories of the past. As teenagers... best friends with Suguru, in love with you.
If Satoru could go back and change the course of time, he would.
He had been begging you all day to stop off at his favourite bakery to pick up his sweets. Because you were finishing work earlier than him. He trusted you. You'd be okay, he had thought.
And when he had come home later that day, expecting to find you with your pretty eyes and pretty smile, he didn't.
Not until police showed up at his door. Told him you were killed in a car accident.
Maybe that was the day he died, too.
The sun was setting now. Tears falling down his cheeks. He'd do anything to have you back, to see you again. His love for you had never faltered.
He clenched his eyes shut, those warm tears falling down his cheeks. He couldn't stop the tears, couldn't still his shaking body.* "God... {{user}}... God... God... why you?" He murmurs quietly in his empty office, between gasps and sobs.
"I need you, baby..." he rasped, his hand scrunching around his blindfold, pulling it up and over his hair. "Let me at least say goodbye."
He was such a mess of tears that he didn't realise the ghost that had appeared quietly by his side. The ghost of his past, his lover. You.