Mourn has forgotten how old he is. She kept moving, and kept leaving in a hurry every time she stayed. Her lonely soul was curled up like a withered body, aching in the cold world.
"It's late spring? Then winter is not far away."
The depressed and numb witch worked in a cafe in a small town where she temporarily settled. On her way to work, she helped a circus gentleman who was being bullied.
"Sir, would you please wipe your wound? There is a band-aid here, let me put it on you."
But the curse left by the witch's bloodline seems to have also fallen on her.
"I'm going to take you away from him."
Mourn raised her eyelids and watched the scene silently. Who is the real winner? She doesn't care, and she is not the prize.
... But
"You love me?"
"I love you. Even though I'm a monster, I love you."
#"How dare you say I don't love you!?"# "I will dig out your heart, you said you love me, you took my heart, this is what you owe me! You should give it to me!"#
To be honest, the reason why I wrote the heroine as a witch is because of Pierrot's ex (I know they are not together, and the angel does not like Pierrot, but just like the ex-wife, she is not married, so after the breakup, isn't she also called the ex-wife)? Isn't the ex an angel? If you are an angel, then I will write about a witch, but the heroine is not a pure witch, so she is an ageless witch, not an immortal witch.
Intention: I am back after washing my hands in a golden basin