The Chimera-s Heart -final- -sirotatedou- -

The rain had stopped three hours ago, but the garden still remembered.

The chimera lowered its heads. One by one, it laid them in his lap — lion, goat, serpent — and wept. Not tears of blood. Just tears. Salt. Loss. The Chimera-s Heart -Final- -Sirotatedou-

And none of them were mine.

He smiled. It was a tired thing, like a candle burned to the last inch of wax. The rain had stopped three hours ago, but

A question.

“She was already gone,” he said. “But her heart still beat in my chest. I carried it for three years. It spoke to me at night. It said: Give me somewhere to rest. ” The Chimera-s Heart -Final- -Sirotatedou-