The young man's haggard face was reflected in the mirror.
The hair stuck to her cheeks was dripping with water.
The fiery red eyes, the color that should have symbolized life, were now burning with bloody sorrow.
He had never felt that his eyes were too red.
It wasn't like this before.
It's never been like this before.
Something is missing. He has lost something.
- He lost it.
The gaze that is always watching you from behind.
He is the owner of those icy blue eyes.
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