「 I wish I hadn’t let you go. 」
It comforted him to imagine her. Thinking of her, of holding her hand, of more colourful days, Shishio would drift into fitful sleep. But peace didn’t stay long these days. Somehow, even in dreams, reality always seemed to intervene. He would awaken to the silence of an empty apartment, and to the bitter aftertaste regret tended to leave in his mouth.