It seems like it was yesterday when the cherry blossom trees were soaked in the heart-stirring but gorgeous color of blood. I focused my crystal-like beautiful purple eyes on those cold and affectionate eyes like emeralds, moved my dry lips, and slowly uttered the name I had choked for a long time: "Athrun... Don't, leave."
The face that had been frozen for a long time once again revealed a beautiful smile like a lotus flower, but it also revealed the sorrow that only a sweetheart would understand: "I'm sorry..."
With tears flowing, it doesn't matter... I, Kira Yamato, love you forever.
Please, I can do anything for you, just don't take away my memory, I don't want to forget him. Tears flowed through the shining purple eyes. Before the tears brushed the cheeks, the memory was completely blank, and there were only traces of tears in the eyes, and there were only eternal scars in the heart.
Farewell, Aslan, maybe.
Aslan, do you know a beautiful metaphor? "Two parallel lines always run side by side, but can never intersect." But I think this sentence is too common, everyone knows it, and it is not suitable for us. "We are a circle that can never be separated, but we don't know when we will get together under the toy of fate. But we will always be an eternal myth. We will not be separated. We just need one person to wait quietly on the track..."
Aslan, I love you, remember me, okay?