I wondered if my forehead had mirror shards stuck in it. The area around my brows was itchy and blood kept getting in my eyes. Blinking rapidly to try and get my vision back, I looked to the side and at my dearly beloved Northerners. There were quite a few people standing, but I could only see one. Beneath his sweat-soaked and disheveled silver hair, his lovely eyes glistened and lost focus, taking this scene in, and then I couldn’t see him anymore. My heart pounded with guilt, the pain of the shards stuck in my flesh couldn’t even compare. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for making you witness this… I’m so sorry for being like this. I licked my lips, wanting to call him. Blood was on my tongue but no sound came from my dry throat. And then—