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In this world, some things were really mystical. At that moment, the piece of paper in the amulet started shining faintly for some reason.

Maybe there was really such a person. Even when they had forgotten about you and didn't remember what you looked like, even when they didn't remember your voice nor your name. But when they saw your eyes again, they were still able to touch your soul.

No matter what other people said, it wouldn't affect their thoughts. They would just stand there, at the intersection of black and white. Even if their mind was in a mess and their body was entirely dirty, they still treated you differently.

That was because they understood you better than they understood themselves; because they loved you more than they loved themselves.