Dear Lorea

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Dear Lorea,

I have this dream that I see very often engraved in my memory. I might as well call it a nightmare but I won't since I at least get to see you briefly.

It has a very ordinary beginning. You are standing in the middle of the garden filled with variety of flowers, they radiate a weak fragrance which is overpowered by yours. The long, silky, black hair of yours is struggling to stay in its place because of the mild wind. Your green eyes which reflect the sunshine are shining brightly while you look at me, just like your smile.

You are with me. Standing so close to me that I can hear your giggles while you talk about how much you love this garden. You seem to be enjoying yourself. 

Well, this scene only lasts for a few seconds. Then my precious dream turns into a nightmare which undeniably makes me feel miserable.

I start to hear footsteps approaching. I don't even bother to look back anymore because I know what is about to happen. As footsteps start to get closer, they are joined by cheering noises which attracts your attention. I can clearly see your eyes looking away from me. You are so focused on the man behind me, the second prince of the Southern Empire, that you don't even hear me calling your name. It is as if you are hypnotised. You slowly start to walk towards him. Step by step the distance between us gets bigger, not only the physical distance but also the emotional distance. We never even had such a thing before you met him.

Slowly the amount of people cheering start to increase, now even I am surrounded by people. I can hear their whispers. They are talking about how you were saved from 'my vigorous hands' by the help of the prince. They call him "Lady Marilla's Saviour" while I am the "vicious crown prince" who is going to be the king soon. 

Lorea you were just holding my hands that these people call vigorous, since when have you let go of them? I feel my insides being twisted by this mysterious force, my head is throbbing and all I can hear is my own heartbeat. Despite experiencing these many times before in this dream I guess I really can't get used to this feeling I feel ,and don't know what to call, whenever I see you standing next to him with that look in your eyes. 

Please stop, I don't even know what I did for you to break my heart like this. Why are you treating me like this?

You are the one who abandoned me Lorea Vurel Marilla, but why are you the one that hates me? I thought it would be the exact opposite. However, I really just can't bring myself to hate you. I've been alone ever since you left me that day. Don't worry, I'll be waiting for you until the day I die.I promise as the Fourth Prince of the Northen Kingdom, Prince of the Blue Moon, Nicholas Heklio.

Try to be quick though,

 I miss you.

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Hello! I'm posting this as a one shot for now. I have plans to develop it and possibly turn it into a webcomic/manhwa. My initial idea was to make it a comic anyway but I wasn't sure about it. If I can find someone to draw the story, or actually bring myself to draw it, I'll release it in a few months probably. I'll update if I do so. Please make sure to comment if you have any suggestions or comments about the story, plot, characters etc. 

Thank you