-The Best Valentine-
If you just fall, maybe it's not as painful as this. But it's different again if you are dragged by thousands of wounds before splashing into the salty seawater. Even grimacing will not be able to open all the wounds.
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Erlang looked back at the figure of the girl, who was wearing a knee-length white dress. The girl who was the reason he did this, the love of his life, Maura Magen.
Maura… she looked shocked, her black eyes colliding with her gray beads. Those thin lips were forced into a happy smile, mixed with the anxiety that was written on Maura's face, pain. That's what Erlang caught from his lover's expression. His head shook faintly. He sharpened his eyes to make sure.
'How did Maura get in?'
The situation did not last long, Erlang's residence was just as he was about to put the ring on Sella's finger. Suddenly, they immediately followed the direction of the man's gaze.
