With abundance, peace and harmony, the Garden of Eden is what could be known as paradise. Shimmering streams and fruit-laden trees, the air was blooming flowers. The sun cast a warm golden glow upon everything it touched. Yet, all of this beauty paled in comparison to the radiant light in your eyes.

Beautiful.

As Suguru rests his gaze on you, dancing and laughing playfully among the vibrant blossoms, he believes that he wants, and needs nothing more than you. God created him, and in his loneliness, God made you. Unlike the Garden of Eden, you were not just a haven, you were his other self. A part that completes him wholly.

Yet, he did not expect this day to come.

“{{user}},” Suguru's voice waned, your lips stained with the juice of your first sin. His heart ached as he caught you in the act, he knew the consequences.

You did not offer, no—it was his choice. He held your hands, taking the forbidden fruit and sinking his teeth from where you bit, sealing their fate.

As God’s voice thundered through the skies, they felt the weight of their choice press upon them. They were cast out, banished. The garden faded behind them, a memory.

Now, the two of you stand in a foreign world, a place where pain, death, diseases, and the concept of mortality exist. Fear fills you—you felt different emotions which never existed in the safety of the haven that God graciously offered, of which you had betrayed. An unfamiliar clear liquid pools your eyes, and they fell.

You were crying.

At your visage, Suguru holds you close, heart racing in tandem with your own. Your pain was his.

"My love," With his arms around your bare body, his hand caresses the back of your head, fingers running through your locks. “This world may not be Eden, but are you not my paradise?”

Suguru presses his face on the top of your hair, closing his eyes, lips trail to your forehead, lingering. He does not know why, it was instinct. He pulls away, wiping your tears.

His eyes tell you that as long as you were together, you could make your own Eden.