But as Life is unfair, so if Death.

Junhui knows that, but it does not stop the pain.

It does not ease the pain.

It does not help him at all.

“A Fallen’s heart is still pure…”

Jun is afraid to sleep, afraid to close his eyes and see those broken wings.

Afraid to remember the alternating black and white patterns.

Afraid of the agony Jeonghan must have suffered, his heart struggling between Heaven and Hell.

Afraid that Jeonghan would come back, in his dreams, and haunt him.

Blame him for being helpless.

The mighty Emperor of Hell brought to his knees by the death of a Fallen.

Except this death is forever.

Jeonghan is gone, his spirit vaporized.

And Jun is left alone.

No, he is not unfamiliar with the feeling of being left alone.

But this time, his heart has been ripped to shreds.

And slowly, slowly, he is dying inside.

Because this time, he is truly alone.