Zero.
The Timeline Wasn't Long Enough
He was stretched out on the bed, black hair spread across the pillow and contrasting with his pale skin and white sheets. Looking like a corspe.
He might as well be for all the time he has left.
I was meant to look after him, meant to keep him safe, meant to help him. Some fucking help I turned out to be. Can't even look after myself, let alone another person, and now look what happened.
Some fucking idea that was, letting me watch him.
He was meant to live. Out of everyone, he should be the one alive. But survival rates always drop, and his timeline's come to an end.
And I have to stay here without him. Out of all the things he's done to me, that's the worst.
He was stretched out on the bed, black hair spread across the pillow. But he's not there anymore.
He might as well be for all the time he has left.
I was meant to look after him, meant to keep him safe, meant to help him. Some fucking help I turned out to be. Can't even look after myself, let alone another person, and now look what happened.
Some fucking idea that was, letting me watch him.
He was meant to live. Out of everyone, he should be the one alive. But survival rates always drop, and his timeline's come to an end.
And I have to stay here without him. Out of all the things he's done to me, that's the worst.
He was stretched out on the bed, black hair spread across the pillow. But he's not there anymore.