"Iva..." Chaos hummed, with one hand on his chest, holding up the other while his finger tapped on his lips. He paced back and forth with a serious look on his face.
Rune followed the young boy's movement. Somehow, he had a feeling the boy didn't know exactly what he was talking about, yet Rune still wanted to listen. That day in the woods, he had seen Iva and Chaos together.
They looked close, yet they bickered like enemies. Rune didn't want to admit it, but both of them looked more like siblings than he and Iva ever would.
That day in the woods, after he'd stepped out of the inn, Rune found himself walking toward the coffin. Not just that he had stepped inside it. When he came out, he saw Iva returning to her place. Hiding behind one of the trees, he watched her fall into her own coffin.
'Iva...'