cw ↠ angst, an apology of sorts for being gone
『 the room was cold but their hand seemed colder. he was always used to that hand being so warm that sometimes it overwhelmed him when the whether heated up during summer or how he clung to it so closely to his face whenever the biting winds of winter came around.
it was just supposed to be a mission like any other. find the bounty. kill said bounty and get home. it was routine by the time one had done enough missions involving bounties. the bland taste loss stung at his bones.
people had come and gone to pay their respects. those who were there with them came to say apologies, their faces saying words of ‘if only i was’ but they seemed to cut short in their throats before the words could even be formed. besides, it’s not like they would’ve helped but either way, he didn’t blame them. they weren’t as experienced when it came to bounties, they did what they could and were preoccupied, it was their fault yet he understood the bone snapping pain of being there but just not being enough.
their family would come and , like him , they cried just as much as he had. their tears were his and vice versa. they probably wouldn't want to see the people they held so close crying like that but he would never be able to hear their teasing tone, the light laughs they would make. their hands pinching at his cheeks and their hands wrapping around him to hold him in their warm embrace.
they were cold and he realized how much he hated it.』
