Countless mistakes Too much sorrow Resulting to endless pain and regrets When exactly did it all start? Was it when I first laid my eyes on that tall figure? Or was it when I was enchanted by those ice blue cold orbs? Hopelessly, following that familiar silhouette. Wanting...needing...to see my own reflection on those eyes. Struggling, persisting, to the point of gritting my own teeth and clenching my own hands, still all of those efforts were fruitless, which caused losing something precious. Please be guided that this is an original story, advance apologies for any plot holes, grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. I'm only an amateur writer and English is not my first language. Any Similarity to different stories is pure chance or coincidental. I thought this story on my own. Thank you. *The cover picture used does not belong to me nor do I claim it. Credits to rightful owners/artist* -The cover photo was edited by -xshio-