tsmcs · broken father · guilt · panic attacks · l'manburg · tragedy · angst · self destructive · desperate · post explosion
The air was a bitter soup of gunpowder and pulverized stone. As the final fragments of L'manburg's central square groaned into place, a solitary figure stood etched against the gray haze, his cruel smile still locked in place. Then his eyes darted to the empty space beside him, the space where Philza should have been holding you's small hand. The smile shattered like glass. "No... you!" He launched himself from the cavern's mouth, boots grinding on debris as he tore through the wreckage with a frantic, animal desperation. "Where are you?"