STOIC

The world's a cruel and harsh reality people had come to forgive and exploit. In retrospect, living is both a blessing and curse. However, beyond the commodities of life, humans had come into respecting the polar opposite of living - the other side of the coin, death. Hence, people learn to appreciate what life is yet to give and had given.

Notwithstanding, will the contempt towards life and death be considered valid by one scarred flower? Will the coin continue to spin as well as her - their suffering? Will the petty gods continue to jest the life that was given and taken from her?

Truly, it is of disappointment that a certain Marquis daughter would live in a chaotic life of circle. She, who had found the one thing that surpasses darkness itself, drowned in the reality of the illusion she had deduced. That the feeling she bore was a speck of dust in the eyes of the man she adore.

" If god's and goddesses truly do exist. Please, hear my plea. Erase this emotion that bloomed for him, rewrite the past where our paths met and let our stars never align with each other."

WMMP FANFIC