Walking through the ruins of the earth lies a man.
He owed no one an explanation. Understanding was a luxury he neither sought nor needed, and the judgment of others held no value for him. In the end, everything he did—every mistake, every choice, every sin—was driven by one single, selfish wish.
To bring her back.
The world could label him a monster, a traitor, or a fool clinging to ashes. It didn't matter. They hadn't heard her laugh—the kind that made even a ruined world seem beautiful.
A voice asked him, cool and unyielding.
"Do you even realize what you're sacrificing? "
He didn't hesitate.
"I know."
"And for what? " the voice pressed. "For someone who's already gone? "
His fingers tightened around the bracelet in his hand, its faint pink glow flickering, bearing the marks of time.
"For her," he answered quietly. "That's enough."
It may be impossible, a defiance of fate, a violation of the natural order.
But it still needed to be done.
He remembered her voice, soft and teasing, like spring sunlight caressing winter's edge.
"If I disappear one day," she had said with that playful smile, "will you miss me? "
He could not answer back then.
Now, standing alone in the wreckage of the world, he whispered into the silence—
"I'll rewrite the universe if I have to."
The air trembled, as if the universe itself recoiled at his vow.
Let it.
He would tear apart destiny, shatter the laws that bound life and death, and walk through hell itself-He would do all this even if it were only a chance to see her smile once more.
Even if she would hate him for it.