The place of love in life is like the sudden inspiration when making a potion. It will make you excited, excited, and looking forward to it, but no one knows what the result will be.
Dark, empty, burning, lonely. Adding the final ingredients creates the most fascinating possibility.
All love, like all tender flashes of inspiration, carries with it the possibility of fatality. But death is just the last ingredient in that potion.
Death is nothing.
It is still a short story following the original plot, Regulus × Sirius, and the narrator is the ghost Orlando (too lazy to make up the last name). I think the writing is so sweet~~~\(≧▽≦)/~~~