When Avina opened her eyes once more, she was no longer standing on the cliff. Instead, the very plain but nostalgic white room surrounded her. At her side was her blue friend with the completion box still open.
She knew that her memories would be erased, so while she still had a chance, she tried to recall the face of Richard. His red hair and matching eyes as well as that strong, prideful gaze of his.
It would be untrue to say that she didn't pity him. She did, but she didn't know how to describe it.
Avina knew she didn't hold the exact same feelings as his. She didn't dare to hold feelings for someone that she would eventually never see again. But that doesn't mean she was cold-hearted enough to not try to sympathize with him.
Love wasn't something to be taken lightly, but here she was breaking hearts like nothing. 'Rebecca' may have been Richard's, first love. And she cruelly destroyed it.
