On the first snow of the Ainiligary empire, two fates were once again entangled. Their destiny, like a loose thread on one's favorite sweater, one could not help pulling despite knowing it could unravel around them.
"Is it too bad to want you again?" his body like a cup of coffee on a rainy season, warm and soothing as it overlaps Helen's fragile state.
His words, fogging the woman's head, the past is repeating again...
'Who am I?'
A question that she buried deep within her heart yet always resurfaces.
'Who am I?'
A question that always shatters her whole being.
"Tell me, Celestia, can you forgive me?"
'Celestia…is that my real name?'
"I am willing to pay for my retribution…just stay with me, I-I will make things right" his tall frame shrugging slightly as his embrace cast the warmth Helen is longing to have that cold night.
Such fragrance…his smell is intoxicating, what was it? So manly yet sweet to one's nose.
