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CHAPTER 17
❝ BUT NOTHIN' IS BETTER SOMETIMES ❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ IT WAS DIFFICULT to admit that I still love Akaza, not because I acted as if I hated him on the outside, of course not, but because of how little I remember of his love. How could I claim I still love someone when I have little to no memory of how tender they were towards me? How soft and gentle his touches were? How his love felt like?
I do not remember such things anymore, and right now, all I wish was to experience it for the first time again. My body felt so cold as I lay on the ground in front of the graves of my girls, their names were becoming blurry to me and so were their faces.
What were their names again? Hatsumi? Hikari?
It was Hazuki and Hizuki.
What were the colours of their eyes? Their hair colours? Their personalities?
They both had brown eyes that shines whenever they look at me. Hazuki always had a look of sadness but she was livelier than any child I've met. Hizuki wore a slightly lopsided grin that she'd show to anyone that was kind to her.
Hazuki was bright and always full of life, seeing the good in everything yet always being cautious. Hizuki was skeptical of many things but she always believed what I tell her like it was always the truth.
I don't know, I don't remember, and it hurts.
Flowers began to grow around the tombstones, so pretty and so delicate. I rose from where I lay and moved to touch the petals of the flowers, admiring the beauty they held despite their small size. It was one of my many flowers that bloomed only at night or in the early hours of the evening.
The familiar sound of someone landing from a high jump broke the silence of the night, and soon came the easily recognizable smell of human blood and mixed with the scent of a strong demon.
