A sharp gunshot rang out.
In a dark alley where not a single ant could be heard, a man's breathing was slowly fading. As if he had anticipated it, he chuckled even as the shadow of death loomed before his very eyes. Even at a glance, he seemed to be far from his right mind.
My world was ash-colored, and you were a ray of light. Your brilliance, so undeserved, shone so brightly that it blinded those who gazed upon it. I protected you from those bastards who were worse than a caregiver, yet I was the one who bit your neck.
As I watched you cry in pain, the emotions I had felt for a moment were distorted like a dream, and the last words you uttered, like a will, were enough to fill me with a disgust worse than that of an animal.
"... go."
"... Now go."
The vague image of you flashed through my mind, causing my pupils to waver. Grasping my fading consciousness, I tore open my blood-stained shirt and clumsily patched the wound. The iron smell rising from above was growing stronger, giving me the sense that time was running out.
"It's like a disease. Right."
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have sent you away first."
"Min Yoongi is really sick."
The man called my name and shed a stream of water that I couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat. Where he wiped the liquid with his hand, a sticky, unpleasant dark red color appeared. Ah, now even my body can't accept such a crippled master. A hollow laugh escaped his lips and he slowly closed his eyes. A monologue, whether it was resentment toward this world, regret for himself, or a lingering longing for the woman he longed for, flowed ceaselessly through his slightly parted lips.
Love, is it love?
Was it love to you?
"... ah."
He felt his body gradually losing its functions. A severe headache throbbed through his brain, and even the faintest vision of you vanished. He was no longer permitted even the slightest movement. Soon, seemingly resigned, he surrendered to his fate and dropped to the cold ground.
The most tragic and bitter soul in the world left my body, but he lingered around for a long time.
As if comforting a foolish man who once was himself.