He grew more naive, soft, and idealistic, just like her. Alya was literally parasiting him with her kindness and hope.
She didn't even know how she became his wife, and that a woman like her had to die because of her happiness. Johan was beginning to regret every tragedy he had caused, including that one.
He couldn't turn back time to change that but—
He became kinder, even to his enemies, and almost never killed in these golden years of his life.
Johan kneeled on the ground, embracing Alya in a tight hug, her eyes widened at the sudden hug but she returned it gently, she just felt that Johan craved the same thing as her, love. It felt good, his warmth entered her body as her his, even with all the crying all around them it felt… peaceful, and beautiful.
'Even at this moment, she felt hopeful, everything will be fine… everything will be fine…'
"...Johny!?" she felt a sharp burning pain in her chest, her eyes filled with horror as she looked down shaking all over her body.
