[TRIGGER WARNING: Depiction of blood and violence.]
Meanwhile, the intensity was gone—replaced by a shared coldness.
So frigid it felt as if time itself had frozen, suspended in stasis.
…Well, that's what Selene would say, I suppose.
So, what should I do next?
Surprise him with a hug? Some last-minute camaraderie before an untimely, unrequited farewell? That sounds kinda silly.
Or else—
"May I kiss you again? For the last time?"
Arthur raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard.
No—he was genuinely confused. Completely unprepared for that request.
I could barely read anyone's intentions besides my own and Selene's, after all.
"What's with that awkward question?"
He leaned closer, tilting his head toward mine.
"Or… is that your temptation?" he teased. "Oh? Did you fall for me instead?"
Meh. Predictable.
I sighed.
"Not really, you snake."
"My, my," he replied lightly. "Once a snake, always a snake, huh?"
No. That line belongs to me.
I sighed.
