"You will always be my beloved." "Even after death?" "Until the end of time." I never knew what love is; I used to think I wasn't worthy of deserving such a privilege; what would a worthless girl with love contribute anyways? I yearned for death even as a child in hopes I would reincarnate into a much better life than the one I am living. Maybe I could talk to my father just one more time before he left this planet, leaving me behind. "Rengoku," I whisper to myself while tears flow down my cheeks; I cup his right cheek with my free hand. "Thank you for being my beloved." (All art used in the story was not made by me, i do not own any of it. All credit goes to the artists).