The lonely, heartless and selfish young lady × the fugitive, the forbearing and affectionate nanny
When we first met, who were you looking at with those dead eyes?
Get along, Emma, the poor little one.
Then, I will protect you.
And again and again, I'm sorry.
And again and again, I don't love you.
Finally, I love you.
Intention: I'm just writing something random so I can read it when I have time.