Chen's trembling hand tightened around the gun.
He stared at Skyy lying so peacefully on the moss bed, but his vision was becoming increasingly blurred. His fingers shook so badly that he could barely keep hold of the weapon.
He couldn't do it.
He simply couldn't.
The thought of pointing the gun at Skyy, even knowing it was meant to spare him from becoming a monster, was tearing him apart.
Chen's lips trembled as he lowered his head, desperately trying to steady himself.
"I'm sorry…"
The words came out broken.
"I'm sorry, Skyy…"
His chest tightened painfully. He had spent the entire night telling himself that he needed to be strong, that he couldn't fall apart because Skyy needed him. But now that Skyy was so still and silent in front of him, Chen couldn't hold himself together anymore.
He had only met him a month ago.
Just a month.
So why did losing him feel like someone had ripped his heart out?
Chen squeezed his eyes shut, tears slipping down his cheeks.
