-samurai Drunk- - Milking Love -final-

“Her name was Yuki. She died of a fever while I held her hand. I was twelve.”

The jug was empty. So was the man.

“This is the final milking,” she whispered. “Tomorrow you ride to die. So tonight, you will tell me three things. One: the name of the first person you loved. Two: the last time you felt safe. Three: why you never said ‘stay.’” Milking Love -Final- -Samurai Drunk-

“I am a samurai,” he replied, slurring the last syllable. “We are always drunk. On honor. On blood. On fear.” “Her name was Yuki

“And ‘stay’?” she pressed, softer now. ” he replied