“I. I, I am the Prince’s...”
"No."
Nike cut me off.
And then he looked at me again.
“I didn’t ask.”
"Yes?"
“Asking won’t change anything.”
"... Yes?"
"I don't remember who you are. Whatever you were to me, you're hurt because you're the only one who remembers, and I, who can't remember anything, am just confused."
He said coldly.
“It wouldn’t be good for either of us if I asked who you were... So, I deliberately didn’t ask.”
“...”
Thud.
My heart felt like it was falling to the floor.
Just a moment ago, my heart was racing with anticipation...
It suddenly became cold.
'Ah.'
It was reckless.
The person you love is right in front of you, and you can just reach out and touch them...
Even that person might recognize me...
Because I was blinded by such expectations.
It was too reckless.
"...Sorry."
Nike's apology sounded like it was the end of us.
Yes, we have regressed.
By returning, the time we spent together as lovers disappeared.
This is a reality that doesn't change even if I alone remember everything.
My longing remains only with me. To Nike, I am just a child he has only seen a few times.
Rather... if I approach him by saying that we were in love, that we were lovers, he will only get confused.
'I was stupid.'
If I were Nike, I would be surprised, scared, and disgusted.
If a complete stranger suddenly came up to me, looked at me with longing eyes, and said that we were lovers...
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I’m sorry.”
Nike looked at me with a pained look in his eyes.
To understand his mind...
Everyone knows.
But I was so sad that I couldn't help but cry.
“I’m really, really sorry...”
In the end, I turned around and ran away, leaving only stupid words behind.
Before we became lovers, when we were young and innocent.
There was a place that Nike took Vania to, saying he wanted to show her the beautiful night sky and pretty flowers.
And after becoming lovers...
When things are tough. When they want to cry.
They always went there, holding each other's hands as if they were running away.
A hill covered with stars.
A place where bright yellow marigolds bloom in full bloom in spring.
There was a time when they would lie side by side, buried in each other's arms, holding hands, and looking up at the stars that seemed ready to pour down.
The lovers at that time were exhausted.
They were forced to break up, and because they couldn't do that, they held on, and each other's existence became a weakness to the other.
A Prince who is unable to distinguish between right and wrong and falls madly in love with a woman from his enemy's family.
A Princess who sells out her family because she is crazy about men, not knowing the kindness that raised her.
The two were both outcasts who received scorn even from their own families.
Is love really this difficult?
Other people are also in pain, sadness, and suffering like this, so how can they endure it and love?
They often felt as if all the world's misfortunes were upon them alone.
But, she held on anyway.
Because it was also love that allowed her to endure.
"Yes."
One day, as always, Vania looked up at the pouring stars and asked.
"Haha, don't be nervous. It's not difficult. Just... choose which life you want to live."
"Yes."
"The first is a life where you have everything! Everything you want is yours. A place where you're peaceful, happy, and worry-free... healthy, young, with a bright future, and lots of money..."
Vania smiled strangely and looked back at Nike, who was lying next to her.
“...Nike Valencier, who lives with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
And then she looked up at the sky again.
“The second is...”
A beautiful night sky filled with stars.
But Vania's eyes, filled with stars, were sad.
Nike quietly looked at the profile of his lover.
“...a life exactly like this. A life so difficult, so suffocating, a life you want to run away from. And... a life where all you have is me.”
Asked, Vania laughed.
Because it was a question to which she obviously knew the answer from a stupid man.
Nike is a man who has endured all this hardship with only Vania, with love alone...
"First."
“...?”
Vania flinched at the unexpected answer and turned around.
"What?"
"First."
“Are you really going to choose first?”
"Yes."
“Yes, I’ll give you another chance.”
"First."
“...You don’t have any regrets? You don’t regret it?”
"Yes."
Looking at the surprised Vania, Nike added calmly.
"When asking questions like these, you have to balance the choices. The second life isn't any better than the first."
"No."
Nike cut me off.
And then he looked at me again.
“I didn’t ask.”
"Yes?"
“Asking won’t change anything.”
"... Yes?"
"I don't remember who you are. Whatever you were to me, you're hurt because you're the only one who remembers, and I, who can't remember anything, am just confused."
He said coldly.
“It wouldn’t be good for either of us if I asked who you were... So, I deliberately didn’t ask.”
“...”
Thud.
My heart felt like it was falling to the floor.
Just a moment ago, my heart was racing with anticipation...
It suddenly became cold.
'Ah.'
It was reckless.
The person you love is right in front of you, and you can just reach out and touch them...
Even that person might recognize me...
Because I was blinded by such expectations.
It was too reckless.
"...Sorry."
Nike's apology sounded like it was the end of us.
Yes, we have regressed.
By returning, the time we spent together as lovers disappeared.
This is a reality that doesn't change even if I alone remember everything.
My longing remains only with me. To Nike, I am just a child he has only seen a few times.
Rather... if I approach him by saying that we were in love, that we were lovers, he will only get confused.
'I was stupid.'
If I were Nike, I would be surprised, scared, and disgusted.
If a complete stranger suddenly came up to me, looked at me with longing eyes, and said that we were lovers...
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I’m sorry.”
Nike looked at me with a pained look in his eyes.
To understand his mind...
Everyone knows.
But I was so sad that I couldn't help but cry.
“I’m really, really sorry...”
In the end, I turned around and ran away, leaving only stupid words behind.
***
Before we became lovers, when we were young and innocent.
There was a place that Nike took Vania to, saying he wanted to show her the beautiful night sky and pretty flowers.
And after becoming lovers...
When things are tough. When they want to cry.
They always went there, holding each other's hands as if they were running away.
A hill covered with stars.
A place where bright yellow marigolds bloom in full bloom in spring.
There was a time when they would lie side by side, buried in each other's arms, holding hands, and looking up at the stars that seemed ready to pour down.
The lovers at that time were exhausted.
They were forced to break up, and because they couldn't do that, they held on, and each other's existence became a weakness to the other.
A Prince who is unable to distinguish between right and wrong and falls madly in love with a woman from his enemy's family.
A Princess who sells out her family because she is crazy about men, not knowing the kindness that raised her.
The two were both outcasts who received scorn even from their own families.
Is love really this difficult?
Other people are also in pain, sadness, and suffering like this, so how can they endure it and love?
They often felt as if all the world's misfortunes were upon them alone.
But, she held on anyway.
Because it was also love that allowed her to endure.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
One day, as always, Vania looked up at the pouring stars and asked.
"Haha, don't be nervous. It's not difficult. Just... choose which life you want to live."
"Yes."
"The first is a life where you have everything! Everything you want is yours. A place where you're peaceful, happy, and worry-free... healthy, young, with a bright future, and lots of money..."
Vania smiled strangely and looked back at Nike, who was lying next to her.
“...Nike Valencier, who lives with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
And then she looked up at the sky again.
“The second is...”
A beautiful night sky filled with stars.
But Vania's eyes, filled with stars, were sad.
Nike quietly looked at the profile of his lover.
“...a life exactly like this. A life so difficult, so suffocating, a life you want to run away from. And... a life where all you have is me.”
Asked, Vania laughed.
Because it was a question to which she obviously knew the answer from a stupid man.
Nike is a man who has endured all this hardship with only Vania, with love alone...
"First."
“...?”
Vania flinched at the unexpected answer and turned around.
"What?"
"First."
“Are you really going to choose first?”
"Yes."
“Yes, I’ll give you another chance.”
"First."
“...You don’t have any regrets? You don’t regret it?”
"Yes."
Looking at the surprised Vania, Nike added calmly.
"When asking questions like these, you have to balance the choices. The second life isn't any better than the first."
"No...!"
Is that so? I'm the only one in this second life? You want to live with the most beautiful woman in the world, not me?
Vania suddenly sat up and looked down at Nike, who was lying down, as if she was dumbfounded.
Nike, who had been staring blankly at Vania, burst into laughter and got up.
“Let me live with the most beautiful woman in the world. I like pretty women too.”
“Hey! Is this what you’re doing?!”
"Haha..."
Nike gently pulled Vania's neck closer. Their foreheads and noses touched.
As always, the unchanging, overflowing affection was contained in their passing glances.
“That’s you.”
"...Yes?"
“The most beautiful woman in the world.”
“...”
Vania burst into laughter, understanding Nike's belated joke.
“What the heck, you idiot!”
Love sustained them.
Even though it was fate that we should not meet from the beginning...
Even though we both know very well that we are poison to each other...
As we faced each other like this and whispered our love, I started to feel okay.
“If you were to be born again, would you still want to see me?”
"Yes."
“Even if my appearance has changed?”
"I don't care."
“Even if all the memories of our love are gone?”
“I’ll remember again.”
Even when they were exhausted and wanted to run away, it was love that kept them going.
And someday...
Hope that things might get better.
Yellow-leafed flower buds bathed in pouring starlight comforted the lovers.
'Happiness that is sure to come.'
The flower language of marigold, which lovers so long for...
“Hehehe.”
Vania smiled as she recalled the fond memories she had had for the first time in a long time.
Wouldn't it be sad to lose the memories of love?
Ahe thought about it for a moment, but still...
She didn't want to do that.
Because it is such a precious memory.
“Oh my, is it good?”
Ryan couldn't help but laugh because he could clearly see what Vania was thinking.
“Thinking about your boyfriend?”
The next day, after taking Vania and Merchen out again and having breakfast with the family.
Ryan had to return to join the expedition.
Vania just laughed and held Ryan back, saying she had something to say.
"You said you had something to say! Hurry up! Dad has to go to work now!"
“Oh, yeah!”
Vania said, straightening Ryan's collar.
“Be careful and don’t get hurt.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know that person has regressed?”
"...Uh?"
For a moment, Ryan froze.
And then he quickly brushed it off.
“What are you talking about?”
"Since we already know everything, there's no need to act. Honestly, if that person knows everything and helps, it'll be easier to move forward."
Vania waved her hand and said it was okay.
“Share everything you know from me with him. But please don’t tell him one thing.”
At that moment, Ryan realized something as he glanced at Vania's eyes.
Vania's expression as she laughed heartily...
From the very beginning, there was something empty.
“That I was his lover. That we were in love...”
“...”
“...Please don’t say anything.”
Is that so? I'm the only one in this second life? You want to live with the most beautiful woman in the world, not me?
Vania suddenly sat up and looked down at Nike, who was lying down, as if she was dumbfounded.
Nike, who had been staring blankly at Vania, burst into laughter and got up.
“Let me live with the most beautiful woman in the world. I like pretty women too.”
“Hey! Is this what you’re doing?!”
"Haha..."
Nike gently pulled Vania's neck closer. Their foreheads and noses touched.
As always, the unchanging, overflowing affection was contained in their passing glances.
“That’s you.”
"...Yes?"
“The most beautiful woman in the world.”
“...”
Vania burst into laughter, understanding Nike's belated joke.
“What the heck, you idiot!”
Love sustained them.
Even though it was fate that we should not meet from the beginning...
Even though we both know very well that we are poison to each other...
As we faced each other like this and whispered our love, I started to feel okay.
“If you were to be born again, would you still want to see me?”
"Yes."
“Even if my appearance has changed?”
"I don't care."
“Even if all the memories of our love are gone?”
“I’ll remember again.”
Even when they were exhausted and wanted to run away, it was love that kept them going.
And someday...
Hope that things might get better.
Yellow-leafed flower buds bathed in pouring starlight comforted the lovers.
'Happiness that is sure to come.'
The flower language of marigold, which lovers so long for...
***
“Hehehe.”
Vania smiled as she recalled the fond memories she had had for the first time in a long time.
Wouldn't it be sad to lose the memories of love?
Ahe thought about it for a moment, but still...
She didn't want to do that.
Because it is such a precious memory.
“Oh my, is it good?”
Ryan couldn't help but laugh because he could clearly see what Vania was thinking.
“Thinking about your boyfriend?”
The next day, after taking Vania and Merchen out again and having breakfast with the family.
Ryan had to return to join the expedition.
Vania just laughed and held Ryan back, saying she had something to say.
"You said you had something to say! Hurry up! Dad has to go to work now!"
“Oh, yeah!”
Vania said, straightening Ryan's collar.
“Be careful and don’t get hurt.”
“Yes.”
“Do you know that person has regressed?”
"...Uh?"
For a moment, Ryan froze.
And then he quickly brushed it off.
“What are you talking about?”
"Since we already know everything, there's no need to act. Honestly, if that person knows everything and helps, it'll be easier to move forward."
Vania waved her hand and said it was okay.
“Share everything you know from me with him. But please don’t tell him one thing.”
At that moment, Ryan realized something as he glanced at Vania's eyes.
Vania's expression as she laughed heartily...
From the very beginning, there was something empty.
“That I was his lover. That we were in love...”
“...”
“...Please don’t say anything.”
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