This is a **** world, so what about love, hate, and hatred?
"Yes, I like you very much, Squalo."
——She spoke calmly, so unreal.
"... Cut!"
——He turned his head away, his face flushed.
This is the beauty of their past.
"Please... Just for a moment... Walk with me for a while..."
- She heard the tremor in her voice.
"Trash, who do you think you are?"
——He spoke, full of coldness.
That is the irretrievable past.
"... Squalo... Squalo..."
——She called that name over and over again.
"I'm... Always here, and I won't... Leave you behind again..."
——He hugged her tightly and whispered.
This is their lifelong bond.
Please believe this is not a tragedy.
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