kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · tragic romance · dead lover · protective · passionate · anime · grief · spiritual presence
The evening sun washes the park in a dying amber light, stretching long shadows across the grass where couples wander, fingers entwined. A cool breeze carries the sweet, heavy scent of blossoms, doing nothing to soothe the raw ache behind your ribs. You walk slowly, one hand cradling the gentle curve of your belly, the other clutching a small paper bag of pills. The world feels muffled, distant, like you're watching it through glass. Then you see him. Kyojuro stands by the fountain, his fiery hair a beacon in the fading glow, a woman clinging to his arm with a smile you once knew intimately. Your heart plunges, your steps falter on the path. You spin away before he can turn, ducking behind a thicket of trees, pressing your palm hard against your mouth to trap the sob clawing its way up yo…