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█▇▆▅▄▂▁ THE SOFT YET FRAGILE SNOWFLAKES TOUCHED THE GROUND, ever so gracefully like a ballerina. the colour is aesthetically pleasing and so pure, yet so deadly.
you stared in horror at the bloody kakucho who was shot by none other than this motherfucker, kisaki. it happened way too fast, has he always had a gun with him? you could hear your heart thumping loudly, as if everything else was drowned by it.
kakucho ran towards kisaki, trying to take the gun away but instead, he was ready to fire the bullets. from the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of red, swiftly running pass by and izana spreads his arm wide, shielding kakucho's entire body from bullets. two bullets in and you were already running towards him, covering the left side of his chest, where his heart was located. the bullet penetrates your arm quickly and blood oozes out.
everyone was in a state of shock.
kurokawa izana? the boy who called himself the king, protecting a mere servant?
"my body moved on its own." he mutters and you dropped down on your knees. tears threatened to spill but you covered your mouth with a trembling hand, closing your eyes to confirm wether this was real? was this reality?
'no..no this wasn't the life that we dreamt of! this wasn't the life that we promised...'
"y/n, come closer won't you? or are you disgusted with all this blood? am i filthy now?" izana smiled, his lips were turning pale, ever so similar to the snow resting on his body.
"you can't die on me, izana. this, this wasn't the ending we wanted! this wasn't-...we were supposed to live together, the three of us." you held onto his hand as kakucho chuckled.
it was as if yesterday, at the orphanage when the three of you would play a snowball fight. you would treat them to some hot chocolate from the convenience store and then you'd stay up all night trying to make a fire as if you were in some sort of camping trip.
you remembered every single detail about this izana, this certain boy that you dearly loved. he was everything that you ever wanted, someone who is perfect in the most imperfect, in so many ways. the way his hair bounces when he shakes his head, the way his soft lips curl into a smile, the way his orchid eyes cast a warm gaze whenever the both of you made eye contact,
you remembered it all.
"y/n, if you could turn back the time, would you regret it? regret meeting me, who had no one in this world, who was abandoned by my own family? the one who's disgusting-"
