Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170520205622

At this point, Harvard only looked like a living corpse, his eyes possessing dark circles under his eyes - from never getting any sleep or crying too much, he didn't know, the gauze all over his body, and the soulless expression in his eyes.

''But emotionally, so many emotions were throwing him all at once. The fact he wasn't aware that his wife had to handle three children in the future, and said wife might hate him for an eternity was nearly impossible for him to grasp with a straight face. After all, it was his fault he killed Collie in the crash.''

Somehow, he managed to budge once more as shuddering sobs emerged from the lump in his throat, surprisingly no tears falling from his sore, puffy eyes.

"I-It's all my fault..."