Twelve years ago.
At the age of five, she was as proud as a princess, innocently and willfully falling in love with a beautiful boy...
At the age of nine, he had paid off all his injuries and tears, and coldly lured her into his brokenness... Perhaps, he could find wholeness in her brokenness.
Twelve years later.
The princess became the ugly duckling. She tasted the boy's tears and understood the boy's hurt. But what about the boy, where is he now?
Who is that charming and beautiful man? Was that appearance a miracle or a dream? If it was just a dream... Then her life would be too sad...
Another four years.
When he and she meet again and things change, I wonder if Lavender's waiting will end...
Do you know the flower language of lavender?
This is just a story of waiting and eternity, and what I want to express is the simplest happiness.
PS: Pseudo time travel, fake novice!