Akemiya found a random hollow in a tree in the forest. She needed to pour her heart out.
"...I've fallen in love with a child," Akemiya murmured.
The tree hollow: "..."
Akemiya: "I know, I know it's forbidden, but he's more reliable than any man. He's calm and steady, and as warm as sunshine. It draws people close and makes them fall for him."
He draws me to him.
Akemiya shut her eyes in anguish, trembling and unable to speak. This forbidden love tormented her, like a drug she couldn't escape. Only in this cold, dark, damp forest did she dare whisper about it.
"He's still just a child!"
Silent tears ran down her cheeks. Just like this forbidden unrequited love, they were destined to make no sound, never see the light of day, and remain hidden in the cold darkness.
The tree hollow: "Ahem, I should remind you that he's a member of the Little People. Even as adults, they look like children, and he's already over forty."
Akemiya froze, then cried even harder.
"But he's still a child!!!"
Being a long-lived elf is rough.
