He shouldn’t have done this. He shouldn’t have gotten so close to you. Your inevitable death would’ve been so much easier to forget if he just didn’t become close with you. He curses himself every day, but now, he’s the one cradling you in his arms as you bleed out.

“Shoko will be here soon.” He said, your head in his lap, propped up on his thigh. “Just talk to me. Say anything..” He grunts out, sounding desperate. He closed his eyes, still cradling your warm body.