gintama oc x canon
Blood slowly seeped forth, staining the winter snow a deep crimson. Since when had the image of the man he had long yearned for become nothing more than a tragedy?
Even if he were to surrender his life for another, a monster could never become human.
Born from the dread that, somewhere far beyond his reach, that man might draw his final breath, while he remained forever unable to reach out and save him.
gintama oc x canon
Blood slowly seeped forth, staining the winter snow a deep crimson. Since when had the image of the man he had long yearned for become nothing more than a tragedy?
Even if he were to surrender his life for another, a monster could never become human.
If only he could free himself from the depths of his own thoughts, he would realize that the pristine snow had never been touched by blood, and that the figure lying before him had never truly been by his side at this moment. It was nothing more than an illusion woven by fear.