It's the taste of her lips, raindrops on roses, dreams he's had of the future. In them, he doesn't have to leave her side.

He doesn't have to believe in anything else but her.

But instead, there's someone in the distance. It calls him without words. It isn't her.

He feels the blood dripping down from here. The regret all the way from here. He knows for himself now what is true.

What's dead doesn't always stay. His guts turn.


Author's Note: Sorry for the short transition chapter... I'll be back soon xx