Once the funeral service was over, I left without saying a word. I didn't have anything to say. I needed to get away, I couldn't handle this, I needed Y/N back. I can't do this without her, I'm nothing without her, just a low life demon who kills people. Sighing, I made my way into my house and towards my locked room. Unlocking the door, I head inside, locking it back.

Grabbing an empty canvas out of the closet, I grabbed a palate and a few different colors and got to work. A few strokes here and a few strokes there, and about a couple hours later, I put down my brushes and stepped back. I didn't exactly have a plan in mind when I started but the ending is not what I expected. A beautiful painting of Y/N.

After hours of trying to fight the tears, I lost...tears started falling down my face as I stared at the painting. Y/N was the only person I tolerated other than Yukina...what am I going to do now? "Y/N...I'm so sorry for everything I did to you," I whisper to the air, "you didn't deserve any of it. I love you Y/N, goodbye..."