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When he opens his eyes, what greeted him was a soft beige ceiling with faint sound of birds chirping just outside the windows. He blinked, a few times over. Strange; wasn't he somewhere completely different? Somewhere decidedly less kempt and more...ruined..? He blinks again. Still the same beige. Unable to brush the feeling away he sits up; the mattress dipping underneath from the shifting weight. He glances down at the dark grey bedding.

"-You're up, Shin?"

A familiar voice broke him out of his stupor. That can't be..-

He snaps towards the doorway, only to find even more questions.

"..-Kenshiro..?" He frowns, utterly confused by what seems to be his current reality. The addressed person similarly furrowed his eyebrows, albeit in naked concern.

"Shin? What's wrong?" Stepping away from the door, he moves towards the bed. Soft padded footsteps fills the room. Shin's eyes followed his movement unblinking, unsure of what he's seeing. "Shin?" Quieter, from right next to him on the bed. He can feel the warmth coming off of the other man. Unconsciously he took a deep, shuddering breath.

"-Wh-what is going on? Where is this? Why are you here?" Why am I alive? The following words stuck in his throat. This is simply to surreal.

"'What'? This is our home. We've been here for over a year." Ken paused briefly, eyes looking down. "-And for the last question..-" Shin follows his gaze. His eyes widened in silence.

A wedding band. Reflexively he raises his left hand, finding a matching pair. His thoughts jumbled; what is truly happening here?

His very last memory was of his fight with Kenshiro, one that ended with his defeat. Of the wind blowing past his ears as he fall to his predetermined death. Of lingering regret that he had lost both people he once cared for from his own doing. Yuria..-

Like a jolt of electricity, he sobered, looking back up at the other man. "What happened to Yuria?"

Ken's gaze widened before falling - a somber downcast. He spoke, almost a whisper.

"Yuria passed away three years ago." Shin was taken aback. What? "She passed away from her sickness three years ago." Ken repeated his words a tad louder than before, as if aware Shin wasn't hearing it right. "We sent her off on the spring of that year, with the sakura flowers in full bloom." His voice tails off into a melancholic tone. Shin remained speechless. He much rather rewind the time back to the fight that killed him - Kenshiro's barrages are much simpler to process and oddly pains him less than seeing the same man acting this way.

"Shin..?" The other began; steel blues leveled at him tentatively. "Did you have a terrible dream?"

Shin blinks. It could've been called that had he chosen to tell this Kenshiro everything. The naive, gentle Kenshiro would be horrified knowing he killed him in this 'dream'. However, before he could even say anything, Ken pulled him into a hug. His breath stuttered in his chest.

Warm.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it just yet. Only that.., I'll be here for you anytime." Ken's breath lightly tickles his nape. The man is a solid weight against him, around his shoulders. Has he...been given a second chance? The dawning thought settled heavily in his mind. Perhaps so.

His right hand slowly circles the other man, fingers curling into the soft woven fabric of his sweater. "..-I'm sorry.." He ducks into the curve of Ken's shoulder, muffling his tears. He can feel the man shaking his head - 'No, don't be.' - and pulling him closer.

My name is Enas Hajjo, and I am from Gaza. I am a wife and the mother of a little girl.

Our home was destroyed during the war, and since then our lives have become a daily struggle for survival.

My husband, Ahmed, is battling cancer. He urgently needs to leave Gaza for treatment, but the cost of medical care and travel is far beyond anything we can afford.

As for me, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine. Every day is a fight against hunger, fear, and uncertainty.

I am begging you from the bottom of my heart: please don't let my daughter lose her father. She is still so young and needs him in her life. I cannot bear the thought of losing my husband while we are already trying to survive so much.

Please, look at us with compassion. We are suffering beyond words, and we have nowhere else to turn.

If you cannot donate, please reblog the pinned post on my page and share our story with others. Sharing our story costs nothing, but it could reach someone who is able to help save my husband's life.

You are our only hope.

Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with my family.

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