Heaven-Splitting Calamity

That rainy night, we were all standing at the edge of the rooftop.

He came up. He didn't try to talk me out of it. He just stood there.

By sunrise, neither of us was dead.

Later, we both died.

Later, we both lived.

Fate? Bonds?

Or was it all predestined in ways we couldn't see?

You and I met again.

This time, I didn't come to save you.

I came as the blade that would pierce you.