心爱的梅 : Slithering red seeps onto the cold snow, bidding last farewell; like a blooming plum blossom of Spring. My Mei, please blossom prettily tomorrow, too.
ALROSE ELAINE LOCKHEART.
“It seems that she harbored a lot of hatred to this world—or herself, in that regards. She loved him against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”
@EterneSoire I think … everyone has their own way to protect their loved one. If they wish to do so, then who am I to dictate one way is more justifiable than the other? If it works, it works; hence the end will justify the mean.
@EterneSoire Well, not everyone likes the truth now, do they? It’s simply a double-edged sword. But then again, everything has its own risk. If the negative impact is less than the positive one, it’s still a silver lining, no?
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“Worry not” she says, peering from the side of her shoulder, “I’m already on my way to keep up with the things I missed.”
With that being said, she knocks on the door three times. One that was introduced as Carina’s room on the first day.
: @EterneSoire @GOODHEARTpages
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The woman nods absentmindedly—not quite there, not quite gone—keeping her gaze locked onto row of doors. Until … her steps come into an abrupt halt in front of a wooden door.
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She stops on her track, waiting for the man to fully catch up before continuing her walk. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long for Reuben to reach her side. Walking down the hallway side by side as she hums a familiar melody from her childhood.
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@EterneSoire You’ve got the answer yourself. See? In certain cases, yes. But then again … in some cases where the bitter truth is ought to be known, won’t we always try to deny it? Human will always only seek the truth that is favorable to them.
@FERNpages “There is nothing special with how they are processed. Carefully selected tea leaves are going to be rinsed, before we boil them inside a pot. It’s a traditional way, nothing fancy.”
The older lady smiles before slipping a neatly written paper. “Here, this is the address.”
@EDMUNDpages I did, but … sigh. It’s exactly the reason I was not feeling really well. Don’t worry, though, I’m well aware with what’s happening as of current.
Lightheaded… Lost too much blood. God, I must’ve ruined the event by now… How should I apologize to Mr. von Gratia?
But how did—how did…? █████ isn’t supposed to be here… No….