If Severine bled this much, then she would be...
Dead.
"No!" Killian shouted, rage thrumming under his veins.
Crash! Shatter!
The foggy mist thrashed violently against the apartment walls, breaking everything in sight.
Splinters of glass and ceramic clattered to the floor. Some pieces jabbed into his back, while one sliced near his ear, scratching the skin.
His own blood mingled with the crimson hue on the floor.
We are together. Yes. Even if it is a blood mixture, it still means we are together, right?
Only that morbid thought brought a semblance of life to his heavy eyes.
He didn't look human.
There was no light in his eyes, no reflection, just a pool of crimson stilled as if frozen.
Because his Severine didn't move.
She didn't frown at him. She didn't kick the stranger out of her home. She didn't get angry that he had destroyed the place she had built bit by bit.
Why? Why?!
