There was something about the way the light fell—
as if it knew exactly where to find you.
In every story where two people find each other, there is always a moment—
— Page 14
small and unremarkable to the world—
that changed everything.
Every chapter you have lived through—
even the heavy ones—
I would read them all.
Because they led you here.
Some feelings arrive not like storms—
but like the last page of a book you weren't ready to finish.
The withered flower does not mourn its petals.
— Tears on a Withered Flower, Vol. 3
It simply becomes the most honest thing in the garden.
In a world where everything seems to wither away,
you remain the only place where I truly bloom.
Turn the page,
your story awaits…
