Tomioka POV

Shinazugawa hasn't from where ever he is. I guess it's my fault this happened. It's just when he spoke to me like that I remembered how he treated me for all that time in the past. I couldn't help but let it out. Well it was the wrong time to 'let those feelings out' while I was falling for him.

I finished clean his estate with my packed bags near the door. I refilled the cabinets with the liquor they once had. 'If he wants to kill himsel, I won't get in his way'. They sun started to set painting the forest surrounding the estate. Music from the festival near by was loud and vibrant. It kinda peaked my interest.I lock the estate doors as I made my way to the village near by. "A drink wouldn't hurt I guess."

Shinazugawa POV

My body felt numb and heavy. My breath stinked with alcohol and I looked a mess. Definitely wasn't proud about this state but I guess.......fuck it. I have no excuse for this state I'm in. Who am I gonna blame it on? Genya? It's my fault I'm to damn weak to except his death. Tomioka isn't responsible either. He tried to help me build myself back up. But I heard him loud and clear he didn't care it was just the Master's orders.

"Your more of a mess than most men here." A woman's vouce spoke next to me said. She seemed young but had a strong voice. She also had a cloth around her head with black strands of her hair peaking through. She also had pale skin as if she lived somewhere 'cold'.

"Well...I may look the worst but I'm one hundred times better than all the men here." I whispered under my breath taking my next shot. "Woah confidence at a hundred too." She nudged me with her shoulder. "Who even are you?" I asked getting kinda annoyed by her.

"Yae's the name and I'm your therapist in case you wanna know my game." She winked. "I don't need a damn therapist." I got up to leave. "Ya know what's the purpose of this festival?"

"It's called the Drop festival. It represents all the tears we've shed through our lifetimes. The alcohol served in this festival is to wash all that pain away." She explained as if I'm supposed to spill my guts because she told an ass sob story. "Well isn't drinking away the grief bad?"

"Yeah but....... nevermind, I actually have know idea why they include the alcohol." She giggled. "But I you seem nice so I wanna help." She looked me in the eyes. "Right cause the guy with an unholy amount of scars,eyes that look like raisins and could probably snap you in half while wasted looks like a 'nice guy'." I put air quotations around the words nice guy.

"Hey! Your actually goid at holding a conversation!" She seemed impressed. "Well you should see this guy I know." I chuckled. "He can't hold a conversation for shit and is so weird,but at the same time you can't help but want to talk to him. To be honest my favorite feature of his is probably his beautiful eyes so easy to get lost in-."

"Sounds like someone has a boyfriend." She teased. "Yeah he is my boyfriend."

(Sorry for the font change it just changed randomly and I was to tired to fix it considering I literally pulled this chapter from my ass lol)