Two Trees Make a Forest, Who Will Walk This Strange Road?

I was seventeen that year, an age when one should not be so quick to speak of love.

I know, I know, I've always known that our love might not have a happy ending. But at what point did he take root in my heart, deeply and unmoving, like a great mountain?

As long as he held my hand, I couldn't help but fall for him. Even if it led into a dark abyss overgrown with thorns, even if they pierced me, I would still follow without hesitation.

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