-Prologue-

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It was beautiful that day.

The day when I saw her.

The day when I got stuck in her messes, well, more like the day I found out about mine.

Her hair was gold, shimmering in the light of that cold, summer day. When I think back, nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

Her face looked unreal, like something drawn perfectly by an artist or something only seen in your dreams.

I saw her that day....and...

I let her die.

No.

I slammed my head against the tree, leaves rustled in the wind that blanketed my hoarse voice.

My face was hot and tears began to fall, turning the green ground to a brownish colour.

NO!!!

I couldn't do it.

I really couldn't. I'm sorry...truly...

To everyone I let down.

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