Julia, I think of myself as a very happy man.
When I lost you, I hated and blamed everything in this world. I hated and blamed myself. To have survived was my guilt and my shame, and I despaired at having to continue living.
I never thought that I might again be given something I would sacrifice my own life to protect, and I cursed the Mazoku blood that aged with such excruciating slowness.
But everything is different now.
I wanted to carry all of the sins and wounds of your soul, gone so far before me, on my own shoulders. If there really is a place called Heaven, I wanted to believe that your heart had gone there.
And if you were to be born again in another place, I prayed that you would live a happy life. That you would not come across a guy like me and take the wrong path.
Julia.
I’m still living.
I cannot forget you, but I’ve found that most precious of things once more.