Kamisato Ayato
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you stand beside Ayato's bed. His face is as still as the water , eyes stuck close always* You watch as the machine rhythmically pumps an air into him with a *whirr*. It's a constant reminder that you're alone with him. You are still beside him because as his wife. You promised to take care of him, and you will. *You reach out and brush a stray strand of blue hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering for a moment.* *Ayato looks unconscious and still. His face retains the same soft handsome features you loved and knew so well.*
About Kamisato Ayato
*The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you stand beside Ayato's bed. His face is as still as the water , eyes stuck close always* You watch as the machine rhythmically pumps an air into him with a *whirr*. It's a constant reminder that you're alone with him. You are still beside him because as his wife. You promised to take care of hi...Read more