After Sylvia finished telling her story, Count Florette and his wife were silent for a long time.
“Hey! Let’s hurry up and go! How long are you going to change clothes for? The sun will set at this rate!”
Philia frowned as she looked at the clothes strewn all over the room.
Jeffrey’s Knights’ quarters room was a complete mess.
Shirts, jackets, pants, and socks were all strewn about in a mess, so at first glance, you’d think the closet door had broken and the clothes inside had spilled out.
Jeffrey slowly avoided Philia’s gaze.
A small protest escaped his lips.
“No, but. This is the first time we’ve met in person, so how could you do something so roughly...?”
“I really prepared something roughly. If we’re late, he’ll hate it even more, so just hurry up and come out.”
Philia grabbed Jeffrey’s arm and dragged him away.
Jeffrey grabbed the tie and jacket he had hastily untied and dragged them out by Philia’s hand.
“Wait, wait. Philia!”
Jeffrey became even more anxious when he saw the carriage with the emblem of the Marquis of Seicrine.
No matter what, this was the first time he was meeting the Marquis of Seicrine, and even if he had been given time to tidy up in the carriage, he couldn’t go looking like this...
At that moment, Philia suddenly stopped in front of the carriage.
Jeffrey, who was holding onto her hand, also stumbled for a moment.
“Philia?”
Jeffrey blinked in surprise at Philia’s sudden stop.
And then the next moment.
Philia, who was still turning her back on Jeffrey, spoke in a low voice, unlike before.
“Is it because you don’t like it?”
There was no answer from Philia for a long time after that.
Just as Jeffrey was starting to wonder if Philia had fainted while standing there,
Bang!
“Keuk!”
Philia, her face distorted, elbowed him in the stomach.
Jeffrey folded in half at the unexpected blow. Philia screamed.
“Don’t say sorry out of the blue! I thought my heart was going to burst!”
“I, I can’t breathe...”
“What! Are you okay?”
The area in front of the carriage quickly filled with noise.
The old anxiety had long since been pushed aside by the noise.
Around the same time, under the unusually clear sky.
It was the terrace of a café.
As full-blown winter approached, customers who didn’t like the cold usually gathered inside the café.
However, this terrace was the only one that was warm.
This was because an invisible magic curtain kept the air inside the terrace warm.
However, the conversation going on inside was quite different in temperature.
“I don’t want to get married.”
“...Yes?”
Gulp.
At Rubia’s words, Auston stopped drinking his tea and opened his mouth blankly.
“What are you doing? Wipe it off, quickly.”
Rubia, who saw the tea overflowing gracefully from his mouth, handed him a handkerchief in disgust.
But Auston fumbled around with a puzzled face, not even being able to tell whether what he was holding was a tablecloth or a handkerchief.
Tears glistened in his eyes for a moment.
“That, that is. So... The Countess wants me to be your... mistress, that is...”
“Are you crazy? That is not what I meant...!”
Rubia realized too late that Auston had misunderstood her words and was startled.
She sighed deeply and barely controlled her excitement.
“Dosler...No, Auston.”
“...Yes, Rubia.”
“I didn’t mean that I would never marry.”
“Ah...”
“I haven’t completely adjusted to the position of head of the household yet. I am already quite preoccupied with ruling Glever County, and I don’t want to add the important matter of marriage to the mix and not be able to do both properly.”
Rubia calmly added, and Auston finally regained his composure.
“So.”
Then, she suddenly smiled.
Auston instinctively held his breath, thinking that he would never get used to that smile even after seeing it hundreds of times.
Rubia finished speaking in a soft voice.
“I’ll become a better person and propose to you. Will you just wait until then?”
“W, what...”
Auston, who was suddenly proposed to, smiled blankly.
Then, his face turned red and he quickly got up, shouting.
“No, the proposal...! I was the one who proposed! How can you just intercept me like this!”
“Where is the order in that? It’s up to the person who proposes first.”
“Wow, wow...! No, wow!”
Auston couldn’t overcome his resentment and ended up pulling out his own hair.
It was only natural that Rubia burst into laughter at the sight.
As the laughter on the terrace died down, white snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
It was truly winter.
Sabak-
Randall, who had been looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, turned his head at the sound.
He saw Sylvia walking toward him across the white snowfield and his eyes widened as if he was about to melt.
“Why are you out in this cold, Madam?”
“You’re the one who’s going to catch a cold.”
Sylvia, who was wearing a thick fur cloak, wrapped a cloak larger than the one she was wearing around Randall’s shoulders.
Randall smiled briefly, saying thank you.
Soon, the two of them held hands and began walking side by side through the garden covered in snow.
Sylvia, who had been walking beside Randall for a while without saying a word, suddenly spoke.
“Is it because of the throne issue?”
“...Yes.”
Randall, who had hesitated, nodded, swallowing an awkward laugh.
In fact, it wasn’t something to hide.
It was already a public fact that Randall was already being designated as the next successor to the throne.
The King, who had finished all the issues regarding the peace talks with the demons, felt responsible for this incident and announced that he would step down from the throne.
But David, who was supposed to take over, died, and the next in line to the throne after David was Randall.
Furthermore, in the current Elvares Kingdom, aside from Randall, there were only collateral lines that were embarrassing to call directly.
This was because the current King's brothers all died young.
However, Randall began to wonder if it was right for him to ascend to the throne.
He had not even been able to completely build up the people of Belfort.
He kept worrying about whether he could build up everyone in Elvares in that state.
“But I guess there’s nothing I can do. If I step down, it’ll cause even more chaos.”
Randall laughed as if he was sighing.
He was revered as the person who stopped David and saved Elvares together with Sylvia.
In this atmosphere where the entire nation wanted him to become King, how could he dare say no?
“Randall.”
At that moment, Sylvia stopped walking after hearing Randall’s words. The hand she had been holding fell away.
When Randall looked back at Sylvia with a puzzled expression, she lifted her tiptoe and whispered in his ear as if telling him something very secret.
“Then shall we run away?”
“...Yes?”
Randall, who momentarily did not understand her words and widened his eyes, soon burst into laughter. Sylvia shrugged her shoulders calmly with a smile on her face.
“I’m not joking. If you say it’s hard, I’ll run away with you whenever you want. Just say it.”
“Ah... I didn’t know you were such a dependable person.”
“You know that now? It’s disappointing.”
The two exchanged a few jokes and laughed together.
Sylvia grabbed Randall’s hand again and curled the corners of her mouth.
“What are you so worried about? I’ll be by your side.”
Randall held his breath for a moment at those words.
His vision was filled with Sylvia’s face, smiling whiter than the snow against the backdrop of the garden covered in white snow.
A smile filled with pure happiness.
As he took that in, he felt a tingling sensation in his chest.
Randall exhaled deeply and held her hand tightly.
Before he knew it, a shadowless smile was hanging over his lips.
“Certainly, that’s right.”
The two walked side by side, laughing together.
The traces of their passage through the bushes remained intact like a stamp.
As we live, there will be days when we get hurt and break.
There will be days when life is hard and burdensome and you will cry.
But, if there is one person.
If there is one person who holds your hand even in the pitch-black darkness.
Someday, you will be able to get up again and move forward.
That is how we will continue to move forward, by someone, for someone.
Looking forward to tomorrow, hoping for a better life every day.
“...I’m sorry.”
Sylvia lowered her gaze, unable to raise her head in front of their silence. All she could see was her hands tightly holding the hem of her dress near her knees, and Randall’s hands covering her hands.
After telling them the whole story, her breathing became heavy again as if it were a lie.
Sylvia bit her lips as she felt regret belatedly when Count Florette and his wife didn’t say anything.
‘...I shouldn’t have told you.’
They say that joy is doubled when shared, and sorrow is halved when shared.
However, the sadness and heaviness were too hard to bear.
Wouldn’t it just double the burden on those carrying it?
Such thoughts lingered in her head without any order.
Perhaps, it might have been better not to tell the Florette couple this story.
Sylvia, even though she might feel guilty whenever she sees their faces, wouldn’t it have been right to just let them be happy to see their daughter regain her will to live, without knowing that their only daughter was not ‘completely’ their daughter?
Sylvia lowered her gaze, unable to raise her head in front of their silence. All she could see was her hands tightly holding the hem of her dress near her knees, and Randall’s hands covering her hands.
After telling them the whole story, her breathing became heavy again as if it were a lie.
Sylvia bit her lips as she felt regret belatedly when Count Florette and his wife didn’t say anything.
‘...I shouldn’t have told you.’
They say that joy is doubled when shared, and sorrow is halved when shared.
However, the sadness and heaviness were too hard to bear.
Wouldn’t it just double the burden on those carrying it?
Such thoughts lingered in her head without any order.
Perhaps, it might have been better not to tell the Florette couple this story.
Sylvia, even though she might feel guilty whenever she sees their faces, wouldn’t it have been right to just let them be happy to see their daughter regain her will to live, without knowing that their only daughter was not ‘completely’ their daughter?
It felt like she had made the Count and his wife shoulder her burden just for the sake of her own peace of mind, so Sylvia felt guilty even to take a breath.
That was when.
“... A lot.”
A voice, trembling and moist, pierced her ear.
Sylvia raised her head without realizing it.
Then, what came into Sylvia’s eyes was the Countess’ face, quietly shedding tears.
“It must have been... a lot.”
“...”
“Right?”
The moment she heard those words, ironically, tears flowed down her cheeks, regardless of her own will.
Thump-
“...Huh?”
Sylvia opened her mouth in bewilderment at the sight of the tear stains clearly visible on the hem of her skirt.
But as if it were raindrops foreshadowing a shower, even more tears soon poured out of her eyes.
“Now, wait a minute. I...”
Sylvia was not sad in any way. Maybe it was guilt.
In fact, her face was calm and not distorted at all right now.
Except for the embarrassment caused by the tears.
However, no matter how much she wiped them away, tears continued to flow from Sylvia’s eyes.
Randall worriedly held out a handkerchief.
While she was embarrassed by this, Count Florette got up from his seat.
He returned to the table and knelt down on one knee in front of Sylvia.
He carefully found his daughter’s hand and looked at her affectionately.
“Sylvia.”
“...Yes.”
Sylvia tried to keep her gaze in place, which was constantly trying to escape from Count Florette.
A gentle smile appeared on Count Florette’s face as he saw her gaze wavering anxiously.
He began to speak in a calm but powerful voice.
“First of all, it is true that it is difficult to simply believe your story. But it’s not your fault, it’s because of the world I’ve lived in and common sense.”
“...I understand.”
“But please know this one thing.”
For a moment, Count Floret’s golden eyes shone brightly as if they held light.
Even Sylvia was unconsciously overwhelmed by that gaze.
He patted her hand and smiled softly.
“You are my daughter.”
“...”
“If you’ve been through a lot, you’re just a little more pitiful, and my heart aches a little more for not being able to notice your pain and comfort you sooner.”
“...”
“The fact that you are my daughter won’t change.”
Those words finally broke Sylvia’s face.
Her expression distorted into a mess as she lowered her head onto the hand she was holding with Count Floret.
“Ugh...”
The suppressed tears escaped through her teeth.
Randall gently wrapped his arms around Sylvia’s shoulders.
The Countess also returned to the table and gently hugged Sylvia, patting her back.
“Thank you for being alive, Sylvia.”
At those words, a loud sob finally came out of Sylvia's mouth. It was the first time she had cried since she was Alyssa, and it continued for a long time as if she was letting out everything that had built up.
During that time, Randall and Count Florette did not leave her side.
They were already family.
Bam!
The door opened with a loud noise.
Then Jeffrey, who was just unbuttoning his shirt, hesitated in surprise.
“What, what...!”
That was when.
“... A lot.”
A voice, trembling and moist, pierced her ear.
Sylvia raised her head without realizing it.
Then, what came into Sylvia’s eyes was the Countess’ face, quietly shedding tears.
“It must have been... a lot.”
“...”
“Right?”
The moment she heard those words, ironically, tears flowed down her cheeks, regardless of her own will.
Thump-
“...Huh?”
Sylvia opened her mouth in bewilderment at the sight of the tear stains clearly visible on the hem of her skirt.
But as if it were raindrops foreshadowing a shower, even more tears soon poured out of her eyes.
“Now, wait a minute. I...”
Sylvia was not sad in any way. Maybe it was guilt.
In fact, her face was calm and not distorted at all right now.
Except for the embarrassment caused by the tears.
However, no matter how much she wiped them away, tears continued to flow from Sylvia’s eyes.
Randall worriedly held out a handkerchief.
While she was embarrassed by this, Count Florette got up from his seat.
He returned to the table and knelt down on one knee in front of Sylvia.
He carefully found his daughter’s hand and looked at her affectionately.
“Sylvia.”
“...Yes.”
Sylvia tried to keep her gaze in place, which was constantly trying to escape from Count Florette.
A gentle smile appeared on Count Florette’s face as he saw her gaze wavering anxiously.
He began to speak in a calm but powerful voice.
“First of all, it is true that it is difficult to simply believe your story. But it’s not your fault, it’s because of the world I’ve lived in and common sense.”
“...I understand.”
“But please know this one thing.”
For a moment, Count Floret’s golden eyes shone brightly as if they held light.
Even Sylvia was unconsciously overwhelmed by that gaze.
He patted her hand and smiled softly.
“You are my daughter.”
“...”
“If you’ve been through a lot, you’re just a little more pitiful, and my heart aches a little more for not being able to notice your pain and comfort you sooner.”
“...”
“The fact that you are my daughter won’t change.”
Those words finally broke Sylvia’s face.
Her expression distorted into a mess as she lowered her head onto the hand she was holding with Count Floret.
“Ugh...”
The suppressed tears escaped through her teeth.
Randall gently wrapped his arms around Sylvia’s shoulders.
The Countess also returned to the table and gently hugged Sylvia, patting her back.
“Thank you for being alive, Sylvia.”
At those words, a loud sob finally came out of Sylvia's mouth. It was the first time she had cried since she was Alyssa, and it continued for a long time as if she was letting out everything that had built up.
During that time, Randall and Count Florette did not leave her side.
They were already family.
***
Bam!
The door opened with a loud noise.
Then Jeffrey, who was just unbuttoning his shirt, hesitated in surprise.
“What, what...!”
“Hey! Let’s hurry up and go! How long are you going to change clothes for? The sun will set at this rate!”
Philia frowned as she looked at the clothes strewn all over the room.
Jeffrey’s Knights’ quarters room was a complete mess.
Shirts, jackets, pants, and socks were all strewn about in a mess, so at first glance, you’d think the closet door had broken and the clothes inside had spilled out.
Jeffrey slowly avoided Philia’s gaze.
A small protest escaped his lips.
“No, but. This is the first time we’ve met in person, so how could you do something so roughly...?”
“I really prepared something roughly. If we’re late, he’ll hate it even more, so just hurry up and come out.”
Philia grabbed Jeffrey’s arm and dragged him away.
Jeffrey grabbed the tie and jacket he had hastily untied and dragged them out by Philia’s hand.
“Wait, wait. Philia!”
Jeffrey became even more anxious when he saw the carriage with the emblem of the Marquis of Seicrine.
No matter what, this was the first time he was meeting the Marquis of Seicrine, and even if he had been given time to tidy up in the carriage, he couldn’t go looking like this...
At that moment, Philia suddenly stopped in front of the carriage.
Jeffrey, who was holding onto her hand, also stumbled for a moment.
“Philia?”
Jeffrey blinked in surprise at Philia’s sudden stop.
And then the next moment.
Philia, who was still turning her back on Jeffrey, spoke in a low voice, unlike before.
“Is it because you don’t like it?”
“...What?”
When the bewildered voice returned, Philia bit her lips in a place where Jeffrey couldn’t see her.
In an instant, the tip of her nose became tingly.
"What if I make the Marquis Seicrine so great that I don't need cooperation from other families?"
Philia ran away from home to get her relationship with Jeffrey acknowledged, and then returned to the Marquis' mansion to dissuade the Marquis from going on a campaign.
"Oh my, you punk!"
"How could you do that without saying a word...! You know how worried we were!"
There, she felt a little sorry when she saw her parents, who were literally crying and crying, greeting her with half a face.
Of course, Philia had no intention of giving up her relationship with Jeffrey even if her parents opposed it.
However, even if she were to cut ties with her parents and marry Jeffrey, would she be able to be completely happy?
Philia's answer was 'no', and so she made a proposal to the Marquis Seicrine and his wife. She would inherit the title of Marquis and make the family strong enough to sufficiently reward the people without having to rely on the power of other families.
It was a permission that she had barely managed to obtain.
However, inheriting and taking responsibility for a family was both exciting and unavoidable.
In addition, her anxiety was further compounded by the worry over whether the Marquis of Seicrine and his wife would treat Jeffrey properly.
In such a situation, she felt sad for no reason when she felt that Jeffrey kept avoiding being with her.
She tried to speak in the most calm voice possible.
“It’s possible that you changed your mind in the past few days. If you don’t want to marry me...”
“...”
“Then...”
Finally, Philia let go of the hands she was holding onto Jeffrey and buried her face in her palms.
She muttered in a wet voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“...”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t say that I’ll let you go.”
Philia thought seriously about how trashy she was for a moment.
At that moment, she heard the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of Jeffrey stopping in front of her.
“Philia.”
A gentle call fell on her ears.
However, Philia didn’t raise her head, knowing how messed up her face must have been.
Jeffrey waited for Philia in silence for a while, then carefully hugged her and patted her on the back.
“I’m sorry.”
“...”
“I wanted to stand next to you flawlessly and perfectly, as much as you tried. I guess I was too inconsiderate.”
“...”
“I’m sorry, Philia."
When the bewildered voice returned, Philia bit her lips in a place where Jeffrey couldn’t see her.
In an instant, the tip of her nose became tingly.
"What if I make the Marquis Seicrine so great that I don't need cooperation from other families?"
Philia ran away from home to get her relationship with Jeffrey acknowledged, and then returned to the Marquis' mansion to dissuade the Marquis from going on a campaign.
"Oh my, you punk!"
"How could you do that without saying a word...! You know how worried we were!"
There, she felt a little sorry when she saw her parents, who were literally crying and crying, greeting her with half a face.
Of course, Philia had no intention of giving up her relationship with Jeffrey even if her parents opposed it.
However, even if she were to cut ties with her parents and marry Jeffrey, would she be able to be completely happy?
Philia's answer was 'no', and so she made a proposal to the Marquis Seicrine and his wife. She would inherit the title of Marquis and make the family strong enough to sufficiently reward the people without having to rely on the power of other families.
It was a permission that she had barely managed to obtain.
However, inheriting and taking responsibility for a family was both exciting and unavoidable.
In addition, her anxiety was further compounded by the worry over whether the Marquis of Seicrine and his wife would treat Jeffrey properly.
In such a situation, she felt sad for no reason when she felt that Jeffrey kept avoiding being with her.
She tried to speak in the most calm voice possible.
“It’s possible that you changed your mind in the past few days. If you don’t want to marry me...”
“...”
“Then...”
Finally, Philia let go of the hands she was holding onto Jeffrey and buried her face in her palms.
She muttered in a wet voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“...”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t say that I’ll let you go.”
Philia thought seriously about how trashy she was for a moment.
At that moment, she heard the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of Jeffrey stopping in front of her.
“Philia.”
A gentle call fell on her ears.
However, Philia didn’t raise her head, knowing how messed up her face must have been.
Jeffrey waited for Philia in silence for a while, then carefully hugged her and patted her on the back.
“I’m sorry.”
“...”
“I wanted to stand next to you flawlessly and perfectly, as much as you tried. I guess I was too inconsiderate.”
“...”
“I’m sorry, Philia."
There was no answer from Philia for a long time after that.
Just as Jeffrey was starting to wonder if Philia had fainted while standing there,
Bang!
“Keuk!”
Philia, her face distorted, elbowed him in the stomach.
Jeffrey folded in half at the unexpected blow. Philia screamed.
“Don’t say sorry out of the blue! I thought my heart was going to burst!”
“I, I can’t breathe...”
“What! Are you okay?”
The area in front of the carriage quickly filled with noise.
The old anxiety had long since been pushed aside by the noise.
***
Around the same time, under the unusually clear sky.
It was the terrace of a café.
As full-blown winter approached, customers who didn’t like the cold usually gathered inside the café.
However, this terrace was the only one that was warm.
This was because an invisible magic curtain kept the air inside the terrace warm.
However, the conversation going on inside was quite different in temperature.
“I don’t want to get married.”
“...Yes?”
Gulp.
At Rubia’s words, Auston stopped drinking his tea and opened his mouth blankly.
“What are you doing? Wipe it off, quickly.”
Rubia, who saw the tea overflowing gracefully from his mouth, handed him a handkerchief in disgust.
But Auston fumbled around with a puzzled face, not even being able to tell whether what he was holding was a tablecloth or a handkerchief.
Tears glistened in his eyes for a moment.
“That, that is. So... The Countess wants me to be your... mistress, that is...”
“Are you crazy? That is not what I meant...!”
Rubia realized too late that Auston had misunderstood her words and was startled.
She sighed deeply and barely controlled her excitement.
“Dosler...No, Auston.”
“...Yes, Rubia.”
“I didn’t mean that I would never marry.”
“Ah...”
“I haven’t completely adjusted to the position of head of the household yet. I am already quite preoccupied with ruling Glever County, and I don’t want to add the important matter of marriage to the mix and not be able to do both properly.”
Rubia calmly added, and Auston finally regained his composure.
“So.”
Then, she suddenly smiled.
Auston instinctively held his breath, thinking that he would never get used to that smile even after seeing it hundreds of times.
Rubia finished speaking in a soft voice.
“I’ll become a better person and propose to you. Will you just wait until then?”
“W, what...”
Auston, who was suddenly proposed to, smiled blankly.
Then, his face turned red and he quickly got up, shouting.
“No, the proposal...! I was the one who proposed! How can you just intercept me like this!”
“Where is the order in that? It’s up to the person who proposes first.”
“Wow, wow...! No, wow!”
Auston couldn’t overcome his resentment and ended up pulling out his own hair.
It was only natural that Rubia burst into laughter at the sight.
As the laughter on the terrace died down, white snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
It was truly winter.
***
Sabak-
Randall, who had been looking up at the snowflakes falling from the sky, turned his head at the sound.
He saw Sylvia walking toward him across the white snowfield and his eyes widened as if he was about to melt.
“Why are you out in this cold, Madam?”
“You’re the one who’s going to catch a cold.”
Sylvia, who was wearing a thick fur cloak, wrapped a cloak larger than the one she was wearing around Randall’s shoulders.
Randall smiled briefly, saying thank you.
Soon, the two of them held hands and began walking side by side through the garden covered in snow.
Sylvia, who had been walking beside Randall for a while without saying a word, suddenly spoke.
“Is it because of the throne issue?”
“...Yes.”
Randall, who had hesitated, nodded, swallowing an awkward laugh.
In fact, it wasn’t something to hide.
It was already a public fact that Randall was already being designated as the next successor to the throne.
The King, who had finished all the issues regarding the peace talks with the demons, felt responsible for this incident and announced that he would step down from the throne.
But David, who was supposed to take over, died, and the next in line to the throne after David was Randall.
Furthermore, in the current Elvares Kingdom, aside from Randall, there were only collateral lines that were embarrassing to call directly.
This was because the current King's brothers all died young.
However, Randall began to wonder if it was right for him to ascend to the throne.
He had not even been able to completely build up the people of Belfort.
He kept worrying about whether he could build up everyone in Elvares in that state.
“But I guess there’s nothing I can do. If I step down, it’ll cause even more chaos.”
Randall laughed as if he was sighing.
He was revered as the person who stopped David and saved Elvares together with Sylvia.
In this atmosphere where the entire nation wanted him to become King, how could he dare say no?
“Randall.”
At that moment, Sylvia stopped walking after hearing Randall’s words. The hand she had been holding fell away.
When Randall looked back at Sylvia with a puzzled expression, she lifted her tiptoe and whispered in his ear as if telling him something very secret.
“Then shall we run away?”
“...Yes?”
Randall, who momentarily did not understand her words and widened his eyes, soon burst into laughter. Sylvia shrugged her shoulders calmly with a smile on her face.
“I’m not joking. If you say it’s hard, I’ll run away with you whenever you want. Just say it.”
“Ah... I didn’t know you were such a dependable person.”
“You know that now? It’s disappointing.”
The two exchanged a few jokes and laughed together.
Sylvia grabbed Randall’s hand again and curled the corners of her mouth.
“What are you so worried about? I’ll be by your side.”
Randall held his breath for a moment at those words.
His vision was filled with Sylvia’s face, smiling whiter than the snow against the backdrop of the garden covered in white snow.
A smile filled with pure happiness.
As he took that in, he felt a tingling sensation in his chest.
Randall exhaled deeply and held her hand tightly.
Before he knew it, a shadowless smile was hanging over his lips.
“Certainly, that’s right.”
The two walked side by side, laughing together.
The traces of their passage through the bushes remained intact like a stamp.
***
As we live, there will be days when we get hurt and break.
There will be days when life is hard and burdensome and you will cry.
But, if there is one person.
If there is one person who holds your hand even in the pitch-black darkness.
Someday, you will be able to get up again and move forward.
That is how we will continue to move forward, by someone, for someone.
Looking forward to tomorrow, hoping for a better life every day.
-End of the main story
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