The True Prolouge

Oliver~, you probably don't remember me anymore. I don't know if this message will ever get through to you, but I wanted to say this anyways.

From the very first time you looked at me, I felt as if we were destined to be together. The bracelet you gave to me still hangs on my wrist to this day. No matter where I am, I feel happy whenever I look down and see it.

You always said that you weren't a nice person, but that couldn't matter less to me. The fact that you protected me to the last second is something that clings to my heart. It is a feeling that I'll never let go of, not for as long as I exist in this world.

People always looked at your clear, sapphire-blue eyes, thinking that they were the prettiest things on the planet. However, I love nothing else but the dark spirals that form in your eyes when you're serious. They were a sign that you were something more than just a normal person. Even when everyone else was terrified of you—I never once thought that you were scary. You would always protect the things that mattered to you.

Ah, it's a bit lonely up here. I've seen some of our old friends, living their life in the new world of your creation. They're all happily married, some even have kids—isn't that crazy? Time goes fast.

I've always wondered what it'd be like to live a normal life. I guess ours was anything but normal, still, I enjoyed every moment of it. When I was with you, I felt as if there was nothing that could hurt me.

It's been three-thousand two-hundred and forty-two years since I last saw you. We tried so hard to get to the top, but now that I'm here, I feel nothing but a light tingling of regret in my heart. Sacrifices are a hard thing to swallow sometimes.

I can still go on though.

The only reason I've been able to keep pushing on is that I know that I'll be able to see you again.

The faint, loose hope that I planted all those years ago will finally be coming to fruition.

Oliver, I can't wait to see you. But for the plan to work, I'll have to observe you from afar for a little while. In comparison to how long I've waited, it's nothing. When you finally get back everything you lost, we can meet again.

It might be chapter ??$#?!? for me, but for us, the story will be starting again.

Let this be chapter zero.

When I finally see you again, let it be chapter one.

Then, we can live out the story we worked so hard to create~

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Maia