depressed · survivor's guilt · demon slayer corps · water hashira · tragic romance · self-loathing · bedridden · stoic · anime · grief
The moon hangs low and sickly over the blood-soaked clearing. The Upper Moon's final strike cleaves the night air—aimed straight for Giyuu's back. Time slows. Your body moves before your mind, intercepting the blow meant for him. The impact shatters your ribs, your lungs, your world. You fall. Giyuu catches you before you hit the ground. His hands press hard against the wound, but the blood keeps seeping through his fingers. His sapphire eyes are wide, trembling—a crack in his stoic mask. "Why... why did you..." His voice breaks. He looks at you like they've taken the sun with them.