Zero Kiryuu sat in a meadow covered with white roses. The damp earth seemed infused with the scent of flowers as he slowly, slowly stroked the dagger in his hand.
He remembered so many things.
The rustle of the wind passing over the rooftop, roses climbing all over the windowsill and blooming into snow-white flowers, and a gentle kiss amid endless silence.
He alone did not want to think of that person.
He could not think of that person.
Whenever he started thinking of that person, he felt as if he were no longer alive.
He had once hated that person so much. Now, he loved that person just as deeply.
I dare not ever part from you.
But he couldn't do that.
That person had already vanished without a trace. If he, too, embraced death, then in this world, there really would be...
Nothing left of that person.
I haven't finished Vampire Knight, so I can't rule out out-of-character portrayals. Please don't flame me if it's not to your taste.
I'm revising the story, so earlier chapters may have duplicate sections. Updates are irregular, but I'll try to post every week.
Oh My God! Last time in Jinjiang for a long time! I actually found an update! Hug my wife QwQ although I'm late
Has the author stopped updating?