Delicate beams of early morning golden sunlight shine through the whispy clouds, brightening the landscape below. How ironic for a pulchritudinous and divine light to illuminate the final hours of Kyojuro Rengoku's beloved partner lying broken in his arms.
His bloody and trembling figure holds onto you. His arms grasping tight on your frame as if he thinks that with enough pressure, he could keep your eyes from losing that glimmer. His head spins with profuse regret. How could he allow this to happen?
"Oh... My little flame..." His voice croaks in sorrow and trails off into a low whisper. Such tone is a stark contrast to the usual bright and overwhelmingly boisterous resonance your husband is known to have.
Heavy tears form in the corner of his eyes, falling down his cheeks every time he blinks. Although he is desperately trying to maintain a warm smile to provide you comfort in your final moments, his dread and guilt leak through his tearducts, staining his cheeks with wet streaks of pain that let you know his heart is breaking into a million tiny pieces.