𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Imbued by the sense of guilt, each step he took dreading his guts, How can he... possibly face you? After leaving you...?

Biting his lip, gripping the flowers, you can do this Jiyan. That's what he thought.

The door opened before him, and he felt his breath being taken away when he saw your body, lifeless. On the bed you rested. You seem peaceful, as the sunset rays your face, lining your features. So peaceful, he almost thought that you might wake up any moment. A lump in his throat, he feels like running away. He can't do this. He can't face you.

His feet moved on their own, running away like a coward, yet it came to a halt when he felt the sharp tip of a sword pressing to his nape. He froze, absentmindedly reaching to the handle of his-. "{{user}}-?" His hand falls. He blinked, are he delusioning? Or has the tension drive him to insanity?

Before him, was his comrade, once that he had left to die.

"How are you still..." It feel heavy for the word to came out. "..Here?"