Phantasm | FuyuPeko Oneshot

The hours that had passed since Peko's execution had been tough, that wasn't hard to tell. His eyes looked tired, like they had stared death in the face, the fire that they once contained now extinguished. He experienced a loss like never before, and while he was no stranger to death, having the person he cared for most be torn from his side so forcefully by his own fault was a lot to bear.

Sometimes a movement in the shadows made him think of her. Of the way she once moved so gracefully and silently, often scaring him by showing up out of nowhere. The way her feet could dance without making a sound, silent yet oh so deadly, a dance he adored.