Shi ni Modori, Subete wo Sukuu Tame ni Saikyou He to Itaru

"Awwwwwwww!

The man was - shouting despair in a desolate, burning wilderness.

As far as I can see around - it is a sea of blood.

Hundreds or thousands of people were dyeing this wilderness red.

The man was kneeling on the red-dyed ground in the middle of the sea of blood, about to hold the wreckage of a single woman (without).

"Irene......! Sorry...... Huh! I couldn't..."

It was too late for a man to reach this battlefield and kill dozens or hundreds of people to reach a woman.

"Protect me... I swear to God...! Now it's time to lose it..."

- The woman was a beautiful person.

Long pitch-black hair reaching up to his waist was flowing on the red ground.

The bright blood color that would have splashed was noticeably visible on the clear white skin as if it were relative to its pitch-black hair.

Closed eyelids (eyelids) - will never open again.

"Irene......! Irene............!

The man keeps calling his name crying with the woman still warm in his chest -.

- Forgive me, I'm sorry.

As I said that, I kept calling my name as if to plead.

How many minutes, what enough - how many hours would the man have done that?

Tears no longer withered and flowed, just staring at her face blindly.

- I lost everything.

The man's chest was imprisoned by the words, thoughts.

When I was little, I lost my parents - and the childhood tame I admired like my sister.

Later, some of my best friends supported me who had been struck by despair.

The best friend of mine - he died of a mistake in his judgment.

That best friend would have lived if he had made a different choice then.

And there was only one thing left before I lived - her, Irene.

You've always supported me in losing my parents, my childhood, my best friend.

I loved her, and she loved herself, too.

But - now she's dead.

In front of myself...

- That's enough...

- I lost everything to myself... there's no point in living the world anymore.

The man holds the dagger he had backwards.

- I'm sorry, Irene... we swore we'd live together...

- Because it's going away that way now... wait...

And the man - he scratched his own neck.

The man falls on his back feeling the rapid loss of blood from his body.

I also get a taste of blood in my mouth and spit it out like coughing up the liquid that creaks up from my throat.

The ground, which was bright red from the beginning, stains brighter red.

When the man looked up, the sky was ethereal, and a beautiful white cloud was flowing.

Pale in contrast to this sea of bright red blood, the clear sky was beautiful.

- Irene... you were such a pale sky the day I met you...

The man was watching a running lantern (so summed up) during his death.

All bad memories, happy memories, disappear in an instant.

When a man looks next door, he has a loved one who held him until earlier.

- I wanted to die when you dropped me off, but I'm content with you just being next door...

The pain and sensation suddenly go away when I think so.

Consciousness also goes away, feeling at the end of the day the feeling of everything going away -.

The man - Eric was out of breath.