Feelings that hunt me...

A heavy sigh escaped the young man with white hair and piercing purple eyes as he gazed down at the bloodied girl before him. She was a bloody mess—her tattered pink hair clung to her face, and her once-bright golden eyes now shimmered faintly, dull and laced with pain 

"You shouldn't have gotten on my last nerve," he said coldly, his voice sharp with restrained anger.

"Arck!"

The girl coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips in thick rivulets. Her half-closed eyes shot open abruptly, gleaming with a strange light.

"Arch... Ugh…" she stammered before a twisted smile spread across her face. "Heh... hehe... heheheheh!" Her laughter, laced with amusement, was interrupted by intermittent coughs that splattered blood onto the ground. 

Tilting his head, Elyon's gaze narrowed.

"You're laughing…?" he asked, his teeth gritted.