It was inevitable, and she knew it. They're about to reach the ending of their melodic world, but she had to accept it--she doesn't have a choice. All she could do is wonder if it would still leave a bitter scent of lemon even if she pressed reset and start all over again. Her mind floated in a dark and silent void, but the horrid sound of dissonance kept ringing in her ears. She closed her eyes. The sand has accumulated, filling half of the glass. If she's going to do something, she has to act now--and fast, because at this rate, she's going to run out of time. Status: Completed (Main Story) Ongoing (One-shots) Under Editing (Minor Mistakes) -> spelling, grammar, terminologies etc.