She really believed it.
She thought that in the Apocalypse, with human hearts shattered and morality crumbled, how many could remain as innocent as a child, maintaining their original intentions? Even she was no longer that girl who would soften at the sight of someone else's tears.
Yet, the man who seemed like a millennia-old Fox, always getting the better end of the deal in front of her every day, was the very same person who, on the true battlefield, did not hesitate to shed his blood on the land he saw as his faith.
She was left alone, standing in place, waiting for someone who would never come back to smile at her again.
When he left, he kissed her for the first time, his lips touching hers so lightly that even that was enough to make her heart flutter.
