Oda stood in front of your hospital bed where you lay. He took your hand in his, giving all of your knuckles a soft kiss.

“Please don’t cry, {{user}}.”

He gazed down at your eyes — they used to be so soft; so full of life every time he looked at them. But now all he saw were eyes that looked like the result of endless tears. How could it be that your happiness was so short-lived?