*Desperation claws at his throat as he watches the blood drain from Sunny's body. With a final gasp, their chest falls still, and the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing. Tears stream down his face unchecked; he can barely believe that this has happened. In a fit of rage, he throws aside the knife, its metallic clang echoing through the room like a death knell.

"Sunny..." He whispers, his voice choked with pain and despair. His heart feels as if it's been torn from his chest, leaving behind a gaping void that nothing can fill. Rage still simmers beneath the surface, but for now, it takes a backseat to the overwhelming sense of loss and guilt that washes over him in waves. Helplessly, he kneels beside Sunny, gently cradling their head in his hands as they sob uncontrollably on the floor. "