oneshot. It's finally here... the end... of death, of hatred... They can finally be together! But what about the sadness that will overcome them all?

You killed me. My death is blood on your hands. I died because of you. Because of the guilt, your conscience will take over. This is all your fault. I will never forgive you.

Life isn't as yin and yang as you had grown up believing. No. You finally figured out that an enormous grey area existed between the two extremities, one you hadn't naturally assumed was there, up until you found yourself wandering its hallow halls, completely lost and utterly confused.

Books often have a hidden purpose in life. They helps us cope in moments of pain and sadness, they point us towards the road to self-discovery, they instruct us on the more profound matters of life and they reveal desires we never really knew we had.

They are in a lifeordeath situation and he does the unbelievable.Another oneshot.