Continuation of The Dusk.
Sometimes he can't breathe.
Most people he knows have gone one by one.
Yuu was the first to go – bleeding on the battlefield and broke his heart at the same time.
Then the people he considered as family.
Narumi, Kimizuki, Mitsuba.
Because of Dementia, Yoichi left them two months ago.
"What are you thinking, Mika?" Her raspy voice breaks his musing.
He stares at the hand between his – small, withered, but just as beautiful as the time when he slipped the golden band on her finger.
"That everyone is leaving me," He says.
Her other hand trembles – reaching to caress his cheek.
"We aren't leaving you," She says resolutely.
Red eyes looks upon his wife, the one who stays with him for years. Her ashen hair has gone white. Her face covered in wrinkles.
But her eyes are always the same. Brown, and warm – just like her smiles warm his heart.
She's so human, but he's not.
"I love you, you know?"
"I love me too," She winks.
His body – the one stays young for eternity – shakes from laughter–but also from sadness.
The world is cruel, cursing with eternity without her.
"Mika."
The brown eyes of hers meet his–tearful in her sadness.
"I love you."
He breaks down. His hands clutches hers tightly like she's his lifeline – maybe she is, because the world less daunting with her by his side and he can almost see the endless darkness without her.
He doesn't know how long his head bends toward her, his ears catching the sound of her ragged breaths and decreasing heartbeats.
Until they're gone.
By dawn, Mika can't feel her warmth anymore. The brown eyes close forever.
She looks beautiful, in her eternal sleep.
So he kisses her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, and her eyes.
The world is cruel, but it's also beautiful because of her.