The embodiment of sadness

ㅤ Looking at him, Kanonno saw an all-consuming darkness. Unwanted. Painful. It literally tore Goede apart from the inside, remaining the only meaning of his existence. He did not know a single bright feeling, his whole existence was torture. And Kanonno knew about it. And her heart, full of compassion, reached out to him.At first, she wanted to comfort him. Goede roughly pushed away her hand, which was reaching for his cheek. He looked at Kanonno with apprehension, not understanding her intentions: only negativity had always reached out to him. He was woven from the purest negativity. Kanonno was pure. Too pure. Blinding… Her light purified him, tearing his essence apart, leaving nothing in its place: after all, he couldn't absorb the positive feelings that filled the world and Kanonno's heart. That's why he so desperately wanted to fill them with darkness… The only essence he understood. A fair retribution for his birth. Kanonno's gaze hurt him. But at the same time, it inspired a subtle warmth in Goede. Deceptively pleasant. At once chilling and scorching. For a moment, he gave in, letting Kanonno approach. In that instant, he felt an enchanting peace, a harmony with himself and the world. The moment Kanonno's feelings penetrated him, his body began to crumble into dust. But for once, the sullen expression gave way to a calm smile, tinged with a harmless regret. Love had entered his heart. A deadly poison for one who rejects the light. ㅤ