Sesha's world

The young man got up and stood in front of the window, and the blood-red moonlight shone in through the window. It was not as cold as in the world, but it made the young man feel a little bit of nostalgia, because the color was very similar to that person's eyes, Such a bleak red, such a beautiful.

His thin and thin body stood firmly in front of the window, letting the wind blow past him, raising the boy's short lake-blue hair, and the boy slowly closed his eyes, his eyes were as cool as water, thinking of The transformation I received in the heavenly realm left my eyes, which could have been transformed into red, only royal blue, a lonely and beautiful royal blue.

"Sebastian, I canceled my contract with you in advance, will you blame me?" The boy's voice was so desolate, and his lonely body stood by the window, letting the cold wind blow .

"What I said is in vain. You will definitely blame me, but I didn't say that this place has been clamoring and talking about pain." The young man put his hands on his heart and knelt down on the ground like this.

And Sebastian, who was about to arrive in the Demon Realm, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had gently cut his heart with a knife.

But the longing in his heart suppressed the heart-piercing pain, and he accelerated his flight. Sebastian only had one boy named Charles in his mind now, only this boy.

If he knew that he would see such a heartbreaking scene, and felt that he had done something wrong, maybe he shouldn't have returned those memories to his young master.

Sebastian came to the place where Shire lived with a familiar aura. He originally wanted to go through the main entrance, but he was afraid of disturbing his young master's rest so late at night, so he chose to go in through the window.

Charles, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt a familiar aura approaching him, raised his eyes that seemed to have lost focus, and looked at the window quietly.

Suddenly a deacon in black opened the window and came in. That face was the one that the young man had missed countless times since he recovered his memory.

For a moment, he forgot what action he should take now, and just kept the original posture, still kneeling on the ground. The young man didn't know what kind of emotion and what kind of emotion his appearance fell into that person's eyes. heartache.

"Master, I'm back." There was actually a hint of crying in that voice, but what was revealed was definitely not cowardice, but infinite distress for the person in front of him. Sebastian looked at Charles wearing thin clothes like this. He knelt down on the ground, holding his heart with both hands, his eyes were empty but what showed was infinite desolation and deep yearning for himself.

Sebastian couldn't bear it any longer, his heart ached so badly that he had no choice but to walk over and gently embrace the boy's body, not daring to use any force, for fear that his careless force would hurt the already fragile man in front of him. juvenile.

"Young master, your deacon is here." After finishing speaking, the scalding tears fell into the young man's clothes, and finally he recalled the young man's spiritual consciousness, and his eyes regained that trace of expression.

"Hmm." There was a faint nasal voice, but Charles' hands were already tightly hugging the black-clothed deacon in front of him, for fear that the black-clothed deacon would leave him again at the next glance.

The blood-red light still enveloped the two tightly hugging people in the room.

Without too many words, Sebastian also increased the strength in his hands, buried his head in the boy's hair, and desperately absorbed the smell that belonged to the boy.

Night is so lonely; longing is so crazy.