He was okay before all of this. He didn’t a hint of GUILT or SORROW when he was away because he repressed all memories of them. It was the only way he could handle with the distance between them. But even then, from time to time, he could envision that night in Silvermoon as if it were yesterday. The moment they confessed their feelings for one another ( & the moment when he lost his sense of self when he looked into her eyes ).  ❛ I don’t have to do anything ! ❜ His voice was firm as his beliefs were that she needed support of her emotions or else, she’d go insane. Utterly insane.

          Emerald hues watched her walk away until she fell into the chair behind her as blood slid down her fingers. He could feel his heart rattle within his chest, pain piercing through each heartbeat until he found himself kneeling before her with hands gently placed upon her knees. Hesitation swept across his entire form until he glanced up to her, meeting eye level with the scent of her blood lingering between them. ❛ Same reason why I can’t hate you. Don’t you remember that night in the city? The words we exchanged? That’s why and you know it. ❜