With every step Raith took, he switched off the flame himself and those memories came upon him bringing with them pain and suffering that lasted for a while.
fuuu
The flame didn't go off
fuuu fuuuu
The flame didn't go off still.
He turned around and looked forward, "What is this?" His eyes were so gloomy and tired as if he had not slept and seen the goodness of any day for years. In fact, his eyes had lost the life in them and those beautiful heterochromia eyes had darkened.
He looked like he was a living dead.
He didn't know how much time had passed, and he had lost count of how many memories he confronted last and deleted. The only memory he wanted to hold onto was gone, if that memory could die out like that he saw no reason to hold on to the rest.
