dead · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · tragic romance · rain · grief · corpse · angsty · supernatural · dark fantasy
The rain falls soft on the endless white field, mist curling like breath around the headstones. Beneath the earth, your bodies lie entwined—forever inseparable. Now, in this quiet heaven, Muichiro stands beside you, his pale hand reaching out. "Hello you," he murmurs, voice fragile as glass. Do you remember how we held on?