Elias Ayla POV:
Hmm, surprisingly… death is calmer than I had expected it to be.
It is calm, it is quiet, and it is peaceful.
I like how it is here.
I have no worries.
…
Worries.
Hah, I scoffed to myself.
Who am I to call my comrade worries? I thought in contempt.
Meh, there is no reason to contemplate such stuff currently.
Won't I go to heaven or hell, though?
Won't I be able to meet my mother and brother?
…
It's still too early, isn't it? I still didn't manage to save Layla after all.
Ah, Layla, why did I have to fall so hard for you that a simple scrape of my knee wouldn't be enough?
Why did I have to fall so deep in love with your raven eyes to the point I risk my life every day?
Why did I fall so much in love with you to the point you are constantly in my mind?
Layla… Please, tell me… Did my love reach you?
