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Prologue

He may possess those cold eyes..

But I love the way those eyes look at me..

He may always be serious with his life,

But that seriousness of him caught my heart..

His mysterious gestures fascinate me more and made me feel loved..

But the thing that I really miss the most is his voice..

His voice which sings me to sleep every night through the phone..

The sound of his voice when he calls for my name..

..and that moment when he told me he loves me..

I wish he still feels the same for me..

And I hope that it will always be there in his heart..

Until it take it's last beat..