Sherry's soft sleeper breaths spread inside the quiet room.
Maybe it was thanks to the potion she drank, but her face was no longer pale, and she seemed to feel better.
Thirteen still held her in a protective embrace, and her expression was peaceful as she slept.
He didn't want to experience the same pain he had felt in the past after losing someone very important to him.
As someone who had started to learn what being human was like, Thirteen thought that love was very powerful and scary at the same time.
People in love often find themselves at their strongest and their weakest at the same time.
They would fight the world without hesitation, but tremble at the thought of losing the one they cherished.
Thirteen gently brushed aside a strand of Sherry's hair, his eyes softening in a way that even he did not notice.
The boy who once waged war against a God held his lover like a priceless treasure, someone he wanted to keep safe forever.
