Her beautiful sapphire-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she said in a very soft voice, “Silver, my name is Silver.”
The hem of her black dress fluttered in the breeze. Lolita looked into those beautiful eyes, where a faint sadness lingered.
“Silver, huh... Lolita, this is the name I go by now.”
She raised her head, the corners of her mouth lifting into the faintest smile.
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