And she, was a humble moth, following the light.
Loving him tirelessly, just so he could spare her a glance.
Later she realized, the fate of a moth chasing fire is tragic, turned into ashes, never to be reborn.
He warmed her, but also destroyed her.
He was her light, but also her abyss and darkness.
What did he feel when he read those little notes?
Was it childish? Ridiculous?
It must have been.
He was heaven's chosen child, possessing power in Landon, holding a high position, and a person of distinguished identity.
And she? She was nothing more than a street urchin he casually picked up from the street, seen as a cat or a dog...
How could a master be fond of his pet? Her infatuation and wishful thinking were really too stupid.
The difference between them was like that between heaven and earth.
She couldn't hide her little tricks from him.
He must have found those notes ridiculous.
"Jasy, Jasy..."
Chale Cheney gave her hand a tug.
