It's strange

Akito clenched his fist tightly. He has to calm down. Katakura is provoking him. He knew that better than anyone, however, that did not stop him from feeling bad inside. Katakura is right about him; even now, he has not changed at all. All he does is bring the people he cares about harm. He causes them an endless amount of pain. A person like him doesn't deserve love or happiness. From the very moment, he understood his situation. Akito already concluded that. Even then, perhaps a apart of him expected something to change.

It's normal for anybody to crave happiness and love. Normal for those people to want something to desire. He felt so pathetic and so desperate. He needed her; he needs Setsura. If he saw her, then all these negative emotions will vanish again.

"That's enough!" a voice exclaimed.

Katakura looked up and spotted a woman with pale hair.

"Lyra."