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But, to wear its crown, one must bear its weight. As the future head of Atkinson Manor, he couldn't live in such a manner.

But ever since he saw her, he thought, even if he couldn't, he wanted to keep watching her, to have her within reach.

"Viola, you're my salvation."

"Viola, you're the other me, the me that I've always wanted to be, but couldn't."

A loud 'bang' came from the living room, startling Forsythia Brown, who was making the hangover soup. She quickly turned off the stove and rushed out of the kitchen to see the man still sound asleep on the couch. It was just his long limbs that kicked the TV remote control off the coffee table as he rolled over.

Forsythia tiptoed over, picked up the remote control, and gently placed it back on the table.

Worried that his long limbs would kick everything off the coffee table again, she pushed them all to the side, far away from him.