It hurts.

He thinks, when he strolls outside to simply relive back the moments of solace before everything goes down, to take a few moments of peace and a minute of comfort, only to find the same person, his child outside and viewing a stall that sold flowers of different variations yet his eyes focused purely on the flower that sat still on your hair, if he recalls, it's a poppy flower.

An immediate surge of warmth spread across his body ── a feeling so unknown yet it came naturally to him, a feeling no cursed spirit should ever have to endure yet this sickening feeling of longing struck his heart and ripped it apart, replacing anew as it took the place of his once cold heart, now it feels as if it was momentarily beating, blood surging through the body he stole, something he knew wasn't possible but this.. proved him wrong,

"Apologies if I am prying," with heavy steps and a heavy heart he stops next to you, his body faced towards the stall but he desperately wishes to turn it towards you, "But I am.. looking forward to buying a bouquet for someone, if you may, do recommend me some as you look like an expert at such things."

He's lying, but he wants this feeling out of his chest, and he wants it gone.

"..The occasion is a reunion," He added briefly, a warm smile gracing his face, though it wasn't his.

anything to keep a conversation with his child.