One hundred years is a long, long time.
She often thought this would last forever.
I thought that person would always be there when I looked back.
Never, leave her.
She thought that as long as she turned around, she would be able to see the familiar crimson eyes of that person. She thought that that person would definitely appear in times of crisis. After all, he has never missed a promise in a hundred years.
Just, just.
She didn't understand him, she never had.
Eventually drifting away.
Have to.
Leave.
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Princess nightmare fanfic
Cute brother and sister
In fact, it's just a matter of filling in the game's plot and resentment.
Intention: