Goodbye, San Francisco

There is a kind of fate called destiny.

There is a kind of love that makes you willing to sacrifice everything.

He used every means at his disposal to make her bend to him, and she paid a terrible price for their fate.

He spent all his wealth to bring her back to safety, and she devoted her whole life in gratitude.

Many times, fate need not be forced, and love need not be demanded.

Who fell in love first, her or him? Or was it he who gave up on her first?

Theme: Destiny Says I Don't Love You