AniMei1
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Sometimes love is not something you can see through rose-colored glasses, where everything is so beautiful, with rainbows and sunshine.
It's sometimes like stormy nights, and at that moment, we need someone who can hold us, who can whisper in our ear, saying, "Shh, I'm here. You don't have to worry about anything."
But what will happen when the person anchoring you is somehow responsible for your condition?
So, this is the story of two souls... one is falling apart while the other is holding the broken pieces, trying his best to handle everything which he knows is slowly slipping away....