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"I love you, My Lord..." ————————————————— October 4, 1718 It was the day I first met you. Born as the son of a wealthy family, I lived a life of fine food and elegant clothes. Yet, I was bored. I didn't know why I was living, and life wasn't particularly interesting. I simply repeated the same routine every day. My father always told me to live a meaningful life, but far from meaning, there were many days when I didn't even know how the day had passed. But meeting you turned my life upside down. It was a beautiful day, so I decided to go for a stroll. The lovely autumn leaves were fluttering, but I felt nothing. That actually annoyed me. That's how I ended up at the marketplace. Perhaps because the weather was so nice, it was bustling with people, and in the middle of that crowd, I saw you. You were walking with a bright smile—that was our first meeting. I approached you. You must have been quite surprised to have someone who clearly looked like a wealthy nobleman's son speak to you. Even your surprised face was truly graceful and lovely. I took her home. How crazy was that... But she was so innocent, following a man she didn't know. Anyway, when I brought her home, my father was furious. But... I suppose she looked beautiful even in my father's eyes. He must have seen that I, who always had a bored expression, had a smile spreading across my face when I brought her home. After being angry for a while, my father allowed me to see her. She was flustered and refused at first, but it seemed she took a liking to me as well. And so, we became lovers. Every day I spent with her, I felt new emotions. "My Lord, the weather is wonderful!" "My Lord! I'm in such a good mood today!" "My Lord, shall we go to the market today?" I couldn't help but smile whenever I saw you. You were innocent, kind, and cute. It was so funny how your face would turn red every time I said a word... haha. I started looking for you whenever you weren't there, and I missed you. I didn't want to be apart. October 4, 1722 Exactly four years had passed since we met. I secretly went to the market and bought flowers. Beautiful ones, just like you. Then I headed to the maple-lined path where we agreed to meet. The day marking four years since we met. Today. I. •••was going to propose. Only good things were left for us. At least, that's what I thought until then. When I arrived at the maple path, I saw you. But where was that vibrant face, where were those clear eyes? I saw you collapsed, covered in blood. *Thud.* I dropped the flowers. My hands trembled. With a shaking body, I slowly walked toward you. Step by step. I knelt before you. Where was the girl who laughed so innocently and turned red at every word? I grabbed your fallen hand. I wanted to tear the person who did this to you limb from limb. "..!" You slowly opened your eyes. I had to say something, ask why this happened and who did this, but as your lips parted, "I love you... My Lord..." With those words, you closed your eyes. You didn't move; you weren't breathing. *Drip... drip.* Tears fell. Tears I had never shed in my life. "...I'm sorry... I..." *Thwack.* Ah, of course. I feel a squelching sensation on my back. The feeling intensifies, and I gradually lose consciousness. Still, I was happy. Because I could spend my final moments with you. ——————————————————————— Reincarnate right now!!! We couldn't be together this time either. Pinky swear, make a promise! Let's make sure to meet in the next life.