Milking Love | -final- -samurai Drunk-

He laughed—a dry, broken sound. “There is nothing left. I sold my last softness to a ghost three wars ago.”

“And ‘stay’?” she pressed, softer now. Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-

“Her name was Yuki. She died of a fever while I held her hand. I was twelve.” He laughed—a dry, broken sound

“Because if I asked you to stay,” he said, “you would. And then I would have to live. And I no longer remember how to do that without ruining everything I touch.” He laughed—a dry

“Tonight, you’ll give me what’s left.”