One week later…
Haru sat on their shared bed, tired and downhearted. Every day, he wore the veil that Maldie had fastened to his hair during the farewell with Shion. His gaze drifted to their bed, once full of warmth, laughter, and love.
Full of Shion.
Now, it felt hollow.
Haru sighed. He didn't have the strength for much else. The first few nights after Shion's departure, he'd cried himself to sleep.
I can't stop thinking that something might happen to him.
I don't want this bed to stay empty forever, not without him.
He turned to the pillow beside him, staring at its untouched surface. In his mind, he could see Shion lying there, that soft smile, those distant, unreadable eyes.
I could've said how much I love you more. I could've kissed you longer, held you tighter...
...given you more happy memories before you left. I'm sorry, Shion.
A quiet knock broke through his thoughts.
"Come in," Haru called softly.
The door opened, it was Gari.
