There are a few days every month when my belly gets bigger

However, no one cared about that extremely precious phantom ring.

Briel's lips trembled, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, which made him extremely difficult, and he could only make an inexplicable sound of "ho ho".

The black pupils are completely occupied by the skeletons on the bed, and there is no room for any extraneous objects.Blair watched quietly, and he returned to the appearance when the two first met, with an empty skeleton, white, cold, and ruthless.

The snow-white quill was still trembling slightly, shaking the heart lake.

He has no head.

Also lost heart.

"Lele..." Such an embarrassing voice made it unbelievable that it came from his mouth, and Briel suddenly realized that he had become so hoarse.

He half-kneeled in front of the bed, and firmly grasped the skeleton's white finger bones. There, the dark aura gushing from the bone marrow was about to move, and it was almost impossible to see the bright and majestic appearance when he first saw it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He kissed his fingers indiscriminately, and his lips were cut by the hard and sharp finger bones without knowing it, "I shouldn't have left you alone in the church, I should have been with you, Be with you all the time...I'm sorry, I said I would protect you."

Bright red blood poured out from the cut wound, little by little, staining the white phalanx red.Bright red flowers bloomed on the lifeless finger bones, looking strange and cold.

He apologized so incoherently that he hardly knew what he was talking about.My mind was muddled, repeated over and over again, it was always at that moment, the figure of the boy who fell down.

The cold light of the blade, the shining holy light...

Dirty wooden troughs, white robes...

The falling blade, the fallen boy...

……

"Lele..." Briel panted heavily, almost crushed by those fragmentary pictures.He didn't know what those were, but he could vaguely feel the despair of the owner of the memory. His heart seemed to be tightly bound by a thin thread from the inside to the outside. The heavier the oppression.

"……Oh."

He heard the young man's soft voice, a short word, so simple, but it made him breathless.

He wanted to beg the boy's forgiveness for his mistakes, so he suddenly stumbled and ran to the corner, picked up the phantom ring, and wanted to put it on the boy's hand.Briel didn't want to see the pale skeleton of the skeleton, but when he ran to the window, he only saw the boy making a strange gesture.

The skinny finger bones rubbed against each other, making a sharp and hoarse sound. He seemed to want to snap his fingers, but there was no movement other than the piercing rubbing sound.

Briel looked at the two skinny finger bones, the phantom ring sank into the palm of his hand, scratching the skin without knowing it.

"Oh..." the young man said nonchalantly, as if he was forcing himself to admit it, "It doesn't matter."

The orange sunlight streamed in through the open windows, casting golden shadows on the ground.The colorful glass is wide open, and the complicated lines mercilessly divide the world inside and outside, just like different places are painted with different colors, and are bound in that narrow space ever since.

It's like a pale skeleton in the light and shadow.

There is also a young man standing dazedly, blocked by light and shadow.

The breeze came and went through the window, bringing bright warm light, but it couldn't penetrate the silent dust in the room.

The skeleton curled up on the bed, forming a small ball.It can be vaguely recognized that it is a posture with knees bent and hands encircled, but he does not have a head that can be lowered to hide his emotions.He seemed to focus all his attention on the rubbing fingers, and the snow-white feathers on his neck bone were stirred by the wind, making a soft sound with unknown meaning.

Blair's eyebrows frowned into a sharp arc, something happened out of his control, happened when he didn't know it, until now it gave him bad results.

The two skinny finger bones shook again, and the air flow made the sound of the breeze, as if the air was also cut and torn.

Other than that, nothing happened.

Under the reflection of the warm light, the bare finger bones showed a bit of cold paleness.

There was no warmth, no flame, nothing that was once familiar, almost imprinted in the mind.

——There is only an unacceptably cruel reality that shatters all human fantasies.

"...it's nothing to do with it." He repeated the sentence again, and slowly closed the two fingers that were still dangling.

The ludicrous feathers on the skull's neck bone were still swaying, precariously blown by the breeze.

Briel's lips twitched for a moment, but at that time, the boy had already whispered:

"My holy light is gone."