"How are you today?" The soft voice of a woman reached the ears of a maiden enclosed in front of her, sitting with her feet over the water under a covering.
"How do you think?" She turned around, revealing eyes as red as blood, while her white hair contrasted with the girl with blue hair.
"I understand you, after all, I was cursed. But could you try to forget him, you know?" Sara sat down next to Nagasawa, who was scattering petals into the small lake in front of them.
"You speak as if that were possible. Do you really believe what you're saying?" Nagasawa questioned Sara, who just rolled her eyes.
"It's been ten years. You were together for only a few months. Why are you so attached to him?" Sara asked. It wasn't the first or the last time they talked about Dante.
