The cold December day was nothing to Eto. With the supposed death of Kaneki, she has been empty and lonely... Snowflakes dropped from the sky as if they were crying with her. The beauty of each in a unique shape, as if they were telling the story of her life with her late boyfriend.

Ever since then, she would go to his unmarked grave and grieve. The pain, the sorrow, and the solemn nights were hard to bear. She wanted to scream and beat him up for being so selfish, but at the same time, she just wanted him to hold her and tell her everything will be alright.

Eto knew that he was gone for good, and she was alone. All alone, as everyone in her life leaves her permanently. The only person she has left was Noro, and that brought a small sense of comfort. Although, Arima would often come to her and speak about life. Rarely as it happened, she did welcome the conversation. Her skin had grown pale over the past couple of weeks, yet it didn't bother her.

The voracious appetite that she had once held, was all but void. With the loss of Kaneki, she had lost her will to live. In which, she would spend most of her days in their home or Aogiri. Reading, writing, eating enough nutrients for the baby, but mostly grieving and visiting her father...

Kaneki wanted to save the bastard of a man so much. He would often mention how he looked up to the man and wanted to rescue him during the operation. She had mixed feelings about her father, but mostly untamed hatred appeared on the surface.

No one understood or even bothered to understand the pain that she was going through. As they were all to wrapped in their own sentiments to check up on the woman that loved him the most. Pity...to say the least.

Nowadays, her sorrows have been turning into that of rage as she kills to quench her anguish.

The anger at herself for not being good enough. The anger at abilities for not being better.

The anger at crying every day for a miracle.

The anger at wanting someone so bad.

The anger at Kaneki for not being here.

The anger at having a child that will never meet their father.

The anger at having to make a sacrifice for the greater good.

Eto could hardly put herself together. She never knew if she would be fully the same, but she did know that no one would ever replace her Kaneki.

"Today, was an awful day. My publisher is rushing me to get a new book started, but I have no motivation. The CCG is developing more aggressive tactics to find ghouls. Not that I care of course, but just for the future, I had imagined for our child. I just want you home with me. "I miss you, Kaneki."

Eto had dropped to her knees holding onto the unmarked grave, as she let her heart out. One, in which, was mirrored by the snow. While her small fist pounded into the ground.

"Why him?" The horrible question plagued her mind every day, every hour, every minute. "Why couldn't it be her? Why couldn't it be someone else!?"

The time she spent at the grave felt... timeless. Each moment is a reminder that she was all alone in the world again, and no one to comfort her. If only she had a chance to say sorry. For him to forgive her for what she had done, however, that was all in the past. A sleepless nightmare...

Departing from the grave as blood-stained tears mark the snow with lifeless crimson... A final reminder that life was not fair to anyone, no matter how powerful you may be.