tears?

"You are ready my lady"

Diana shook her head, mustering her determination as she and her companion continued their walk. Though she had started her journey as a side character, Diana knew her story was leading towards an inevitable end. Surprisingly, she found herself strangely at peace with this realization. After all, the deaths of side characters seldom stirred deep emotions in people's hearts.

With each step she took towards the mansion's exit, Diana felt a tremor run through her body, as if an earthquake accompanied her every move. Fear wrapped around her like ivy, gripping her tightly. Diana questioned herself, "Why am I trembling?" A flicker of emotion reminded her that fragments of feeling still clung to her being.

Diana reached the garden where the maids were gathered, and her eyes fell upon a car and two men lurking in the shadows. Their unwavering gazes met hers, and they continued to stare even as she approached. They offered no greeting, wordlessly ushering her into the car. Their silence spoke volumes about her perceived insignificance. The maids, too, wore expressions of pity, unsurprised by her fate.

As Diana settled into the car, they drove away, her cold body peering out into a world that had turned monochrome. She longed to weep, to release the pent-up emotions within her, but the tears eluded her. Even in solitude, crying seemed beyond her reach. In that moment, Diana couldn't help but contemplate her own pathetic state.

Night had fallen by the time they arrived at the mansion. Finally, she had reached her destination. Diana murmured, "I'm here at last. I should be happy, shouldn't I?" Yet, an inexplicable unease washed over her, causing her to tremble like a leaf caught in a hurricane. Why did she feel this way? It was a sensation entirely foreign to her.

A knock at the door shattered her composure, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Tears?" Diana whispered, her voice barely audible. She reached up to touch her face, searching for answers. "Why tears?" she pondered, confused by her own emotional response.

The door swung open, but Diana found herself frozen in place, something amiss in the air. Her body refused to obey her commands, leaving her immobile. She sensed a gaze upon her, but she couldn't bring herself to meet it. And then, she saw a shadow—a towering figure, a man akin to a bear. Her body, no longer under her control, crumbled, her senses only registering the man's large hands catching her. As Diana's eyelids grew heavy, she surrendered herself to the embrace of that enigmatic figure.

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