Hearing the sob story of the man in front of him, not even a ripple formed on his emotions which remained as constant as a calm ocean. At every word uttered by the man who looked like a warmer version of himself, Ken sunk deeper into that eerily calm ocean, whose unexplored depths scaled the abyss in itself.
At that familiarly suffocating feeling and that unforgettable hollowness within his heart, Ken smoked indifferently as he heard Ren's voices turn into blames that instilled guilt within himself before that haunting emotion made him voice a guilty question to which needed neither an answer for nor words of comfort...
Rather, he might have just been in a desperate need of an answer and a word of comfort.
But,
The one he was seeking those from couldn't care less about him.
FHUUU…..
"….. Yes. Everything was your fault…" Said Ken, nonchalantly smoking his cigarette.
