#hyoro

Hyoro looked mortified by what he had done. His eyes were wide, horrified by the scene playing out right infront of him. His breathing pace was in unison to your own and it was a complete miracle he didn't suffocate to death yet. He was shaking in his spot and wouldn't budge no matter how much his White Monoblos softly nudged him with its nose, trying to get its rider’s attention. It was like he was frozen in place, frozen in time...

All he could was stare in horror at the bloody mess infront of him. And it didn't help in the slightest that he could clearly smell the blood coming from his Monoblos companion, the dark red liquid visible on his monstie’s massive horn and scales. He, too, was completely soaked. His emerald armour was covered from head to toe and he could feel the substance making his clothing stick to his body. He glanced down at his hands... surprise, there was noticeably blood visible on those too and he was fighting every single urge in himself that just wanted to break down crying. Everything was just a permanent reminder of his deeds. A permanent reminder of his own lovers blood on his hands.

Tears were prickling in his eyes as he saw you twisting and turning in your lying position, as Avinia tried to keep a comforting grasp on your body who was currently doing everything it could to keep itself alive. He noticed you desperately gasping for air, wincing every time a little bit of air filled your lungs. Twitching as the pain overflowed you and as more blood poured over the grounds below... All while your peers desperately tried to keep you from losing too much blood, the massive hole below your lung being far too big of a wound for a high chance of survival. some guts were even scattered across the ground, making the scene all the more gruesome and traumatizing for anyone around.

Hyoro could feel himself getting closer to the verge of absolutely losing it every time a sob or another movement of pain left your body, a sad attempt at trying to ease the unending pain that your nerves were signalling. His own breathing was getting more unsteady with the second the more he looked at your dying silhouette. His teammates, Cheval and Mille were just trying to pull him along, scolding him and yelling at him in the process. Seemingly just wanting to flee from the fight for once and for all. And this distraction seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so.

It wasn't until he noticed your hand shakily moving upwards that he noticed you were trying to get his attention. He wanted to get close, hold you, mourn over his actions and apologise. But his cowardness held him back on a leash. He could hear a somber sob leaving your mouth once more, before you forced some words out of your vocal cords. “H-hyo...ro...” your vision was blurry as your eyes seemed to grow more teary the longer you looked at the male infront of you. It was like looking at a stranger. “...d-don’t leave... please...” you practically begged as you tried to force yourself up, wanting to go to him yourself, but briefly being put back down by the sheer amount of pressure on your body.

Hyoro’s heart was shattering into pieces, letting out a small gasp at your call to him, especially considering the fatal state you were in. But one harsh pull from Cheval was all it took for Hyoro to let out a loud cry, turning around and mounting his monstie to flee the scene. Tears drenching his face along with his shaky form clinging to his white Monoblos in a desperate search for comfort, but nothing seemed to remove the current guilt and pain that was eating him alive. Resulting in him running away from his problems and responsibilities like he always does. Even as it left his mind and heart crumbling in the process. Leaving you behind distraught and letting you down for one last time ...

You just looked to the side as you lost your view on the boy you loved, trying to ignore the circumstances despite it being impossible. A singular tear dripping down your cheek and your breathing only became weaker. Your eyes grew droopy and heavy as your heartbeat was getting slower and slower. It had gotten to a point where you were barely breathing at all, only occasional heartbeats pumping the blood through your veins. You were growing ice cold ... Your companions and monstie desperately tried keeping you conscious. But you seemed to have given up. Even with your failed attempts to grasp some air back into your system, You tried calling out his name for one last time ... only for you to choke up on your own breath. Your allies begged you to speak up on what you were trying to say, just wanting to hear your voice for one last time.