You were his everything.

If he was the moon, you were the sun, providing him with the light needed to shine. Each adventure would end well if it was spent by your side.

But you left, and with you, everything he had. Kazuha was at a complete loss of what to do. What was he to do with no light to guide him?

Now, he lays on the grass, the moonlight washing over him, playing a melody on his skin, singing his own sorrows back to him.

You were in the distance, looking upon the man who was once your lover. What should you do in a situation such as this?