[SAKURA]
Death in its rawest form.
That was what Otaru saw when he reached his best friend and found her holding her beloved, her broken, unconscious beloved, who looked like she had gone through all the shots that no one could survive.
Otaru had long known of cruelty and how it related to Sakura Watanabe, but he had never thought that his best friend would inform him of what death looked like in its rawest form, and certainly not like this. Never like this.
"Please don't leave me… please don't let go. I… I'm sorry. I'm sorry, petal… I ca ... I can't lose you," Sakura begged hopelessly, her tears freely falling and blending with the unconscious Kimura Lycan in her arms.
She was holding her close, like the world was not deserving of a glance at her beloved. Her dearest Lycan. The one she had endlessly hurt, and didn't know this was possible. She couldn't imagine a life without Kiyomi.