To each other, we're nothing more than strangers who happened to pass by. So I don't want to, and won't, ask your name or who you are. We met here by chance, like the wind brushing across the water and stirring faint ripples. After we leave, we'll gradually forget the people we met here this afternoon, the things we said, and what happened. Nothing will change. The wind will continue on its journey, and the water will return to its former calm.
Perhaps our first meeting was an accident, but if I want it to, everything that follows can be inevitable. What I want, I will have.
The title is provisional. I'll change it when I think of a better one. This is a short story and won't be too long. Most of my effort is still going into Darkness, but I expect this story to be nearly finished by the time that one is done.
Damn, it's 2022, please update it??^??
Dad, I liked your last book very much. Please update it.
Update soon (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Didn't you say it would be updated after the darkness is over????? Why is there no movement until now? Just wait until 2012!!!!
ToT Darkness is also over, please update this article...
I really don't know what to say. Damn, this is an update It's already 2011, don't drag yourself out I can't stand it anymore
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More. . . At least let V Palace come out and show his face. He is the protagonist
I no longer look forward to seeing the dark night filling the hole in my lifetime...
At least the bones come out to see. . . Fat or not, I have given up. . . .