A stranger with dark hair and dark eyes suggested that Tessa write down the story.
He said it didn't matter if he could comfort others.
He said no one needed to read it…
She could burn them whenever and wherever she wanted.
Let the flames and charcoal marks swallow up the tears dripping on the page,
Destroy the imprints marked with your heart's blood,
Send the flying gray butterflies into the wind.
The first thought, the first memory, and the first heart stolen by Chrollo Rusilu.