During those prolonged very last seconds, as my last resort, what should this useless me do to change the fate of my loved one?
"Ugh... A...del...?!"
What should this hopeless me do to save the light in those eyes?
I had always been good at pleading; a wimp when fighting.
"Aamon..."
But every time I pleaded, people listened. How about I cry 'PLEASE, AAMON, STOP!!!' with all my might? That might do.
At least, let me do something.
As I was about to open my mouth, my scorched hand reaching forward, to the sight in front of me, at the same time as the demon wolf was about to give my boyfriend his kiss of fire...
"Master? Are you okay?"
All of a sudden, on Aamon's head appeared a person sitting on it.
Coming out of nowhere.
"...?"
...
Huh...?
