"Shaka, I love you..."
I love you so much that wherever I am, I can't help wanting to see you...
I want to spend every spring with you, holding hands until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble...
I want to hold you in my arms and greet the morning sunlight with you every day.
Even though I come from darkness, even though I hate spring and sunlight so much...
I'm too lazy to rewrite the blurb, so this will have to do = =
I just grabbed a passage from the story.
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