[ A/N: Actually I'm so lazy right now,
But I have to update so here you go~
I'll try to update tomorrow. Just hope
Ml and wattpad won't distract me :3 ]

==== Chapter 11 [ Part 2 ] ====

Blood slowly trickles down his face. While Ashes pulls those curtains over the windows to conceal the sunlight from entering and seeing the things he has devotionally done for you, Ashes flickers on the artificial light while carefully putting down the neatly-folded blanket he has gotten from your house on his useless study table. Wait, can it still be even called a study table when Ashes has actually dedicated placing all the things you own on it?

With the blanket now on the table, Ashes quietly walks back to the bed and gets his bag, zipping it open it later while he retrieves his quite blank notebook. The young man doesn't care about the empty contents however. It's your pictures he cares about.

Almost like Ashes is treating it as treasures, he carefully holds it while he stares down at it with a soft look in his eyes. The smile on your very child-like face; that's what softened his heart. While he looks at the second one, he cannot help bite back a very enthralled smile. You have really grown so pretty. From being the most cutest baby into the most beautiful person in his eyes, Ashes — this certain boy is clearly in love with you.

Sickly in love with you.

While he turns for the third photo, Ashes cannot help a frown from showing. It's just a pity that he has lost all patience. Now he has lost Dad's trust. But he couldn't really wait. You were just so tempting, and Ashes can't prevent himself from telling you his affections for the second time. Not when you've just given Ashes hopes recently, giving him a sincere gesture of love last night. That act of kindess totally makes Ashes more hungry, craving and seeking for that love once more.

Gently stroking your smiling face with his thumb then switching his gaze to your parents. Your father here— looks much younger and happier. And then there's that woman. She is doing that jump shot with a peace sign formed in her fingers, just like what you are doing too.

You guys look like a happy family— a perfect family. Ashes narrows his eyes at your mother. But now, that existing perfectness is no more. With your own mom leaving you, your family is not that happy like before. Ashes stares longer at your mother, your dead mother.

Ashes's own mother is also dead...

He closes his eyes for a second.

Then he opens those brown eyes of his once again. Eyes carry an emotion that can't be clearly explained. Putting that photo to his lips, Ashes tenderly leaves a kiss. "It's okay. It's okay, (Y/N)." He breathes out a sigh. "We can still build our own perfect family ourselves." With those words of assurance that are meant to you and to him, the young man allows himself to be comforted by the words.

He smiles, looking at the photos again.

Placing it down later,  Ashes's brown eyes wonder to the coloring materials he has stolen, your red pen, and to the fork that has never washed. He makes sure that nothing's missing because everything is precious to him when you touched and owned it before. Then the red-haired young man leaves his room, making certain that it is definitely locked from the inside.  But as he exits his place, there's that black car waiting for him.