The Author's POV

"Where are we?"

When I turned my head to look around, I noticed what appeared to be the ruins of a city. The buildings were in shambles, and the pavement was pitted and broken all over town.

It wasn't surprising to find a city in such a state given the recent conflict that had taken place; however, in contrast to the other cities, this city appeared to have been in its current condition for a considerable amount of time.

A good indicator of this was the moss and other plant life that had taken up residence in the cracks of a number of the buildings.

Walking around the street, Kevin didn't say anything. He just looked around the place with a reminiscent look.

I didn't know for how long we continued to walk for, but we soon stopped in front of a house.

Well, what seemed to be the remains of. Half of the house was completely gone.

"This is where I used to live back when I was a child."

Kevin finally spoke, his gaze never leaving the house.

"My mom makes very good soup. I would've loved for you to have tried it at least once. I tried replicating her recipe, but it just doesn't taste the same. I don't know what it is…"

There was a warm smile on his face as he spoke.

I didn't say anything and just quietly listened to what he had to say.

"My dad would always come home late. Probably because we lived far from where he worked… rent problems, you know. We weren't very wealthy. Not that our life wasn't bad…"

He continued to ramble on about his parents. What he remembered about them, how they looked, what they liked, what they disliked…

I just quietly listened on. This was the first time I'd ever heard him talk about his parents.

He usually avoided talking about them. It's not that I never brought them up; rather, whenever they were brought up, his face would take on a different expression. It was one that told me to stop asking.

"You know…"

Kevin turned around and our eyes locked.

"This dawned on me quite some time ago, but... When you have nothing, the only thing you can do is gain, but when you have everything, all you can do is lose... It is funny how things turned out to be exactly like that for the both of us."

His words made me frown. I didn't really understand what he meant.

'Can only lose when you have everything?'

Was he perhaps talking about the other me? …Then, what did he mean by 'when you have nothing, you can only gain.'? Was he perhaps referring to himself?

"Human emotions sure are complex…"

After taking a few steps forward, Kevin eventually entered the house. When he walked on it, the wooden floor made a creaking sound.

I quietly followed behind him. His words were rather surprising, but I didn't say anything and just continued to listen.

…I was finally starting to learn about the real Kevin.

a while for me to understand them. Probably several centuries. I'm not really sure anymore. It doesn't

over a certain wooden

During those centuries, I only gained. Gained a new understanding of what emotions

lowered his hand and placed

matter how many times I tried to stop the fate that would befall the people that made me understand what

took a

"…Their death"

His fist slowly curled.

or another, they would die.

He smiled.

losing someone you hold dear. It's not easy… Especially if you know

closed my eyes. Flashbacks started to resurface in my

not to think about resurfaced, and something pricked at

is probably what drove me to finally

fist was fully

the one responsible for all of this to suffer. I wanted them to feel what I felt. I wanted them to disappear from this world… I wanted

hand relaxed, slowly opening

just that, I

his head, he looked at me. His

no way I can go against what created me.

that when I noticed a line of blood running down the side of

"Kevin!"

opened up and

"I'm fine."

to be stopped by Kevin who raised his

you mean you're

"T, trust me."

carried

him, I clenched my

"Thank you."

returned me a smile before weakly sitting down on a chair

really have much time to explain everything. I don't h,have to anyway. You'll eventually understand. You're smart anyway. I'm sure you'll

he rubbed some blood off his chin and looked at

not much that I need to say. I'm sure you already

"…"

truth. While I was indeed confused by everything he said, I had a

"Hah..ha.."

chair and admired the house.

I couldn't muster myself to say anything at the moment. Too afraid of

lived a long time. Spent countless years just for this moment… Sacrificed many things to

eyes, he

of things that I don't deserve or are too good for me. Even if I try to distance myself away from them, they keep sticking to me like glue… heh…I'm no good guy… but hey,

with each passing second. His eyes were

wanted to kill... I

was alarming

"H, hey Kevin…"

He continued.

the same time, run away from it. I was