Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-28412230-20170513205235

"But you were with me when you were nineteen, Leon."

''Harvard lightly chuckled, distracting himself from Wendy's barely responding frame as he glanced to his beloved, smiling faintly. Not for long, he glanced his gaze directly into the adolescents, exhaling softly as the grip on her hand didn't budge at all.''

"Wendy," he began as his other hand twirled the stray strand of blue hair on her face, his voice infamously returning to it's broken, melancholy tone, "It's like what Oph said... Things will be better after this, but..."

The ombre blinked, biting under his lip as he tried his best not to break down in front into another fit of sobs and tears until both of his hands were delicately holding Wendy's hand as if she were the most fragile thing to ever exist.

"I'm sorry that I've let this happen to you... I-I should've done something to help you when I was still conscious, but I of course only laid there like an idiot and didn't do anything...! L-Like I usually do anyways... It's okay if you don't forgive me."

Harvard blinked once more, cautiously leaning forward from his wheelchair as the ombre carefully wrapped his arms around Wendy in a complicated hug, absentmindedly pecking her on the forehead reassuringly.

"But... As long as you're recovering... I'll visit everyday."