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25| ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ

In a secluded room within the palace, there stood a simple setup of a couch and a table, offering a space for comfort and solace. The night was cold, the chill permeating the air as if mirroring the bittersweet emotions swirling within her. It was one of those nights when she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness, especially as the end of the month approached, reminding her of the times she had shared with him.

She wrapped a blanket around her figure, seeking physical warmth to combat the coldness that seemed to penetrate deeper than just her skin. But despite the cover, her body still felt cold, as if the absence of that warm feeling she longed for was an ache that couldn't be soothed by mere layers of fabric.

Memories and moments flooded her mind, each one etching a delicate ache in her heart. The yearning for that familiar presence, the touch, and the connection weighed heavily on her, intensifying on nights like these. The room, once a place of comfort, now seemed to hold a tinge of melancholy. She longed for the warmth that only his presence could bring, the feeling of being understood and cherished. But for now, she found solace in the solitude of the room, allowing herself to embrace the bittersweet memories and the longing that came with them.

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Within the room, the entrance door stood slightly ajar, allowing a glimpse of light to spill in. A figure stood at the threshold, their eyes resembling gleaming jewels as they surveyed the scene before them. A sense of pity welled up within them as they took in the sight, their initial distaste lingering even now. It struck them that this was precisely how they had once appeared—lost, with eyes devoid of life.

The figure couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust at the dull, empty eyes that were constantly directed outside, watching the moon with vacant expressions. The sight sickened him, as it reminded him of his own past when they, too, had been trapped in a similar state of desolation.

♪Swore I'd seen you before~♪

As the figure moved further into the room, their steps guided by an instinctive force, they noticed a subtle movement from you. Your head turned slightly towards their direction, your once-shimmering purple eyes now dulled, lacking the vibrancy they once held. Yet, despite their diminished radiance, there was a familiarity in your gaze, as if a flicker of recognition sparked within your mind.

♪ Something in your eye Reminded me of somebody I used to know~♪

As the figure stood their ground before you, an unconscious impulse guided their hand to reach out and gently take hold of yours. In that simple touch, they felt the chill that permeated through your fingers, a tangible reminder of the coldness that had settled within them. They noticed how you had let go of the blanket that once enveloped you, allowing it to drape loosely from your shoulder.

As he guides you to walk in the middle of the room, a soft glow of moonlight cascades upon the floor, casting an ethereal radiance upon both of your figures. He remains unsure of what compels him to act, his body seemingly moving on its own accord. It is as if a mystical force has entranced him, drawing him closer to you.

Confusion dances within his eyes, a blend of curiosity and a touch of trepidation. He is uncertain about the nature of this inexplicable connection, this unspoken bond that seems to have woven its way between you. There is a sense of enchantment in the air, a spell that pulls him towards you as if you have bewitched him with your presence.