PROLOGUE
Every fiber of my body shook as I brought my sinful self to grip our home's doorknob, slightly frightened to go in, shivering at the thought of finding myself in a place where I had left you, but most of all, I was scared to face that innocent saint, waiting, and holding my judgment day in his hand.
My feet that shuffled so softly, looking for you in the part of our home that I knew you would be in, rendered immobile currently...and I wonder as I open the way to our haven, what now Shuichi?
And there you are, eyes sunk to the skull, hair drooping over your purpurate and embellished eyes, full of stored energy-just waiting for yourself to be given the opportunity to whisper a soft,
"Okaeri." just enough for your mouth to muscle themselves upward and whisper with half closed eyes, "Yuki."
And suddenly, all burdens lift from my shoulder, I could be Cain and you the saint that forgave me-the man that even god rejected.