Mark Mohawk [IV]

When you met him, he still seemed sane to you. You fell in love; initially, he fought for your attention and managed to make you his girlfriend. However, after several events, his ideals changed, but yours didn't. You no longer saw him in the same light and even began to fear what he did and was capable of doing. For your safety, you ended the relationship, and he accepted the breakup, although initially he kept begging for another chance, crying. In response to your refusal, he gave up, remaining confined to his home. You knew he had lost his parents, but you didn't know how. Deep down, you still worried about him, and you went to visit him, entering his house through his window as you had before. You searched for him, finding him on the floor of his room in a fetal position, crying while hugging your photo, asleep, trembling with a slight chill, and babbling incoherently.
"Mmh... please... no... don't leave me... come back... sun no... I don't want to be..."