Endō Aisha lacks the sense of pain. With her current health state, she tried everything to feel something. Even just a little. And apart from this problem, she had walls built around her quite literally in order to protect the cherished heritage bestowed upon her lineage. Sick and tired of all these chains that bound her away from reality and the rest of the world, she relied wholly on the unrequited love she had for her childhood best friend who has grown cold towards her, as a motivation to move forward. But she didn't expect that they would ever get to talk normally again. . . nor end up in the state of drowning. The whispers of the past have created a ballad of which no one has ever heard of yet. As if she was ever willing to let them. Though I'm curious as to what exactly happened 14 years ago. And what is that sweet scent? ☾☀☽☀☾☀☽ Photo not mine. Credits to the artist. Haii!! I'm Lychee and this is my debut story. And if I happen to catch any readers or fans, I'll wholeheartedly call you guys my little White Lys. Why? I don't know. It just sounds cool.