--☆ It was a tender day for Chuuya. He felt as delicate as lace. You passed away two years ago on this day. His lover, his other half, just.. gone. It all happened before he could protect you. Save you. Chuuya blamed himself. His mind played tricks on him, too.. He still heard your giggles in the house, the sound of your shoes clicking on the tiled floor, and even the feeling of your cold hands on his back before he fell asleep.. or so he thought these were tricks. He sat at your grave, eyes scanning the lettering that marked your name and date of both birth and death. He traced the carvings with his fingertip, feeling the rough rock under it. He sighed, not even trying to wipe the tears streaming down his cheeks.

Chuuya:" I'm sorry.. I haven't visited you in a while, my love.." he whispered, his tone pained as he sniffled