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WELCOME TO EATHERIAL HEARTS
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“Where have you been? I missed you, ya know.”
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MINA'S P.O.V
Ethereal Hearts—a beloved otome game filled with romance, magic, and fate. The game offers players four charming love interests, each possessing unique abilities, special events, and heartwarming dialogue. As the Heroine, you must navigate a world of magic as a student of a prestigious Arcenciel Academy, face life-altering sacrifices, and build relationships that will ultimately shape your destiny.
Throughout the journey, choices matter. Selecting a love interest during pivotal moments raises their intimacy level, leading to exclusive romantic events. In the end, the Heroine will marry the character with the highest intimacy, securing her happily ever after.
For most players, the choice is difficult—the love interests are designed to be irresistible, their personalities tailored to captivate. They are what people call green flags, kind and supportive in ways that make the heart flutter.
But me? I don’t care about them.
I’ve played this game so many times that I can recite their dialogues word for word. Their confessions, their heartfelt promises—they all blur together. None of them matter to me. Because if I had to choose?
I would always choose her.
The one who has one dialogue. The one who plays no part in the Heroine’s story but she's the first one you'll encounter during the first part of the game. The one the game never intended to be loved.
Simply, she's just that one character.
Every time I reset the game and start from the beginning, it’s not to romance the princes or experience the story again. No, it’s for her.
I tell myself it’s just another playthrough, but deep down, I know the truth that I do it just to catch another glimpse of her. Even if it means playing for hours on end, losing track of time, and pushing my body beyond exhaustion. There have been times when I’ve gone three nights without sleep, so caught up in the cycle that I didn’t even realize the days had slipped away.
And yet, I never once regretted it.
That day was supposed to be special—my first shift as a fashion designer at one of the most prestigious fashion houses. I had worked tirelessly to get there, sacrificing so much to reach that moment. But my body betrayed me. The exhaustion finally caught up, and I figured closing my eyes for even half an hour wouldn’t hurt. Just a short rest before stepping into my dream career.
But when I opened my eyes,
I wasn’t in my apartment anymore.
Hell, I wasn’t even in my world anymore.
I woke up inside the game.
Not as some background character or an unfortunate NPC. No, I was the Heroine of Ethereal Hearts. The central figure in a grand story filled with magic, tragedy, and romance. The one fated to marry one of the four princes of the Firenze Kingdom—each with their own scars, burdens, and irresistible charm while also trying to navigate this confusing world. Just like the game had written.
But this wasn’t just a game anymore.
There were no text boxes, no scripted choices, no “Return to Title” button.
I was living it.
I am the daughter of the Royce Household—a powerful noble family with deep ties to the royal court. My father was the Prime Minister, a trusted right hand to the King himself. My noble status meant I was constantly surrounded by luxury, politics, and expectations far greater than I had ever known in my real life.
And the strangest part?
The protagonist’s last name was Royce, but I had given her my real first name during every playthrough. It made me feel like I was truly part of the story, like I was the one making every choice.
Now, it wasn’t just a feeling.
I was her.
Surely, I can’t change the path this game is set on. The events will unfold as they always have. The love interests will suffer, their pasts will unravel, and the Heroine will eventually marry one of them.
But no one is controlling me.
No system dictates my choices.
For the first time, the story is in my hands.
I don’t care about the princes, their tragic backstories, or their undying devotion to the Heroine. I have only one goal.
If I have to act as the Heroine, then I will.
If I must follow the story’s flow, then so be it.
If I have to marry one of the Princes, hell no.
I have the choices in my hand and I will not follow the ending of this game, to marry one of them? Bullshit. My heart is already reserved for her and her only.
Whatever it takes—if I have to sacrifice everything that I have even my own life, I will do everything in my power to change her fate.
Because this time, I am the Heroine, Mina Lune Royce.
And I will do whatever it takes to alter her ending.
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OMNISCIENT
“SHIT!”
A thunderous explosion shook the forest, sending birds scattering into the sky. Amid the smoke and debris, a young woman was hurled through the air, her body crashing violently into a thick tree. The impact was so great that the tree itself splintered and collapsed, leaving her sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
Coughing up blood, she forced herself onto all fours, her limbs trembling from the shock. Her ribs ached, her vision blurred, and for a brief moment, she struggled to process what had just happened.
The roar of an ogre so massive that its hulking form could be seen even from a great distance rumbled through the forest. The beast had thrown her as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll. But that wasn’t the only threat.
From the shadows, they emerged.
Wolves.
Not just any wolves, these creatures had jet-black wings sprouting from their backs, their glowing crimson eyes locked onto her like a predator stalking its wounded prey. Their tails writhed unnaturally, revealing themselves to be snakes, hissing and coiling with deadly intent.
She could hear their footsteps; light, calculated, drawing closer.
A deep, seething anger flared in her chest as she wiped the blood from her lips. With a sharp exhale, she pushed herself upright and reached for the sword strapped to her side. The moment her fingers curled around the hilt, her blue eyes flickered, glowing like burning sapphires.
A faint but vibrant aura of light swirled around her, wrapping around the ordinary blade in her grasp. The weapon, once mundane, now pulsed with raw energy, the colorful glow illuminating the dark forest around her.
“I was being gentle with you earlier,” she muttered, voice laced with irritation, “and yet you bastards ruined my damn dress.”
Her fingers tightened around the hilt. The wolves tensed, sensing her shift in energy. Their muscles coiled, preparing to lunge.
The first one struck, its wings propelling it forward like a black blur.
But she was faster.
She pivoted on her heel, swinging her sword in a clean, fluid arc. The enchanted blade sliced through the air with a hum before cleaving straight through the wolf’s body. A sharp yelp echoed as its severed halves fell to the ground, blood pooling beneath it.
Another came at her from behind. She twisted, using the momentum of her previous strike to drive her blade upward. The wolf barely had time to react before her sword pierced through its chest. She yanked it free, and with a quick, calculated kick, she sent the beast’s lifeless body crashing into a nearby tree.
A growl to her right.
Two more lunged at her simultaneously, their wings flaring as they dove from above.
With a flick of her wrist, she redirected the energy in her sword. The glow intensified before bursting outward in a wave of force. The sheer pressure sent one of the wolves spiraling mid-air, slamming it against a boulder with a sickening crunch.
The last one managed to get close, too close. Its fangs were inches from her throat.
With a snarl of frustration, she raised her arm, letting the beast sink its teeth into her sleeve-covered forearm instead. Pain flared, but she didn’t waver.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THIS COST?!” she roared, lifting the wolf with sheer strength before driving her sword straight through its ribcage.
The creature’s body went limp before she shoved it off with a rough kick, sending it tumbling lifelessly to the dirt.
Panting, she wiped her blade against her torn dress, flicking off the blood. Her eyes scanned the area, searching for any remaining threats. The winged wolves lay scattered around her, their bodies motionless.
She exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders.
“Seriously.”
The faint but vibrant aura of light that had once swirled around her sword slowly faded as she exhaled, finally calming down. With the battle over, her irritation settled, but the shredded remains of her once-elegant dress still made her scowl. However, just as her frustration was about to resurface, something caught her eye. Amidst the lifeless bodies of the wolves, a faint sparkle gleamed from within their chests. The moment she realized what it was, all traces of anger vanished. Her blue eyes widened with excitement.
A huge grin stretched across her face as she practically bolted toward the fallen creatures, her exhaustion forgotten. She crouched down, using her sword to push aside the remains, bloodied organs shifting as she carefully searched for the exact location of the glow.
And then—her fingers brushed against it.
A Magic Stone.
She carefully extracted it, holding it up to examine its brilliance. The stone shimmered with a deep red glow, its radiance pulsating like a beating heart. A rare find. A treasure that could fetch her an absurd amount of money—not that she particularly needed it.
Still, she couldn’t contain her excitement.
“HIHI, I GOT IT!” she squealed, giggling like a child who had just found a rare piece of candy. Clutching the Magic Stone in her hand, she immediately got to work extracting the others, humming a cheerful tune as she skipped between the corpses, digging out the precious stones hidden inside.
Her previously ruined mood? Completely forgotten.
Just as she was gathering the last of them, the thunderous sound of hooves stomping against the forest floor reached her ears. The sudden noise made her freeze, her joyful looting session coming to an abrupt halt.
Turning her head, she saw them—two knights on horseback, trailing behind a man dressed impeccably in a black-and-gold butler’s uniform.
Even from this distance, she could see the worry etched across his face.
“LADY MINA!”
The moment he spotted her, he shouted her name with an urgency that made her roll her eyes.
Mina let out a dramatic sigh, resting her sword on her shoulder. “I told you not to call me Lady Mina, Aldrich.”
The butler, Aldrich, pulled the reins of his horse sharply, coming to a stop just a few feet away from her. His sharp golden eyes scanned her from head to toe, noting the tattered remains of her once-elegant dress and the blood splattered across her arms. But rather than scolding her for her ruined attire, his main concern was— “Seriously, what do you think will happen to your family if something happened to you?” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Before Mina could respond, he suddenly flicked his finger against her forehead.
“OW!” Mina immediately yelped, clutching her forehead. “What the hell was that for?!”
From behind his helmet, one of the knights chuckled at the exchange. The way Aldrich scolded her—it wasn’t the strict, formal reprimanding of a butler speaking to his Lady. No. It was the exasperated scolding of an older brother dealing with his reckless little sister.
Mina pouted, still rubbing the sore spot. “That hurt more than the wolves.”
Aldrich narrowed his eyes. “And yet, you never learn.”
Before he could start another lecture, Mina suddenly spun on her heel and bolted, carrying a bag filled with the Magic Stones she had gathered. She had used her cloak, now tied at the edges to store them safely inside. “THANKS FOR THE HORSE, ALDRICH!” she shouted over her shoulder, sprinting towards his horse before effortlessly hopping onto its back.
Aldrich was momentarily stunned.
Then his eye twitched.
“Mina!” he barked, quickly turning towards her. “Your father is looking for you!”
Mina, now fully seated on the horse, merely stuck out her tongue, flashing him a peace sign. Without a single care in the world, she kicked the horse into motion, galloping away in the opposite direction.
Aldrich stood frozen in place, watching her figure disappear into the dense forest. A long, exhausted sigh escaped his lips as he ran a hand down his face.
“She’s such a pain in the ass,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.
The knight beside him let out a small chuckle. As Aldrich lowered his hand, a shadow loomed over him. He turned his head, only to find the same knight extending a gloved hand toward him. “Come on,” the knight said, his voice amused. “I’ll give you a ride.”
Aldrich wanted to refuse. His pride told him to. But then he glanced at the forest path.
A forty-minute walk back to the mansion.
“…Fine.”
With that, he reached out and accepted the knight’s hand, pulling himself up onto the back of the horse.
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MINA'S P.O.V
I finally arrived back at the mansion—the Royce Household. The grand hall stretched before me, its high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floors. Servants moved about with quiet efficiency, yet my attention was fixed on the group approaching from the opposite end of the hall.
The moment I spotted the man walking with a cane, my breath hitched.
Clarence Ford Royce, the Prime Minister and a trusted right hand to the King himself.
The Heroine's Father.
“Mina.” His deep, calm voice cut through the tension.
Before I knew it, I was standing inside his office, a grand yet suffocating space lined with towering bookshelves. A plush couch sat in front of his mahogany desk, a coffee table beside it, yet the room’s elegance was overshadowed by the mess of scattered papers on his desk. He sat there, tidying the documents with methodical precision, his expression unreadable.
“Aldrich has informed me that you wished to speak with me,” I said, his gaze sharp as he finally looked up.
In the original game, the Heroine and her father never had a close relationship. He was a stern, distant figure, and she was the perfect, obedient daughter—never questioning, never straying from expectations, the golden child shaped by her father's expectations to be a great Noble.
To think I’m supposed to follow that same dynamic now… it pisses me off.
“Mina,” he continued, his piercing gaze seemingly dissecting me. “Tell me the truth. What has happened to you these past few days?”
This scene—this confrontation—never happened in the original game. It only triggered under one condition.
“You’ve become reckless, endangering yourself… and you’re not acting like your usual self.”
Well, he’s not wrong.
The first few days after realizing I had been transported into this world, I tried to play my role, the Heroine the way she was written. I dressed the part, spoke with grace, and maintained that unbearable façade of perfection. But as the days passed, I grew sick of it. Pretending to be a docile, well-behaved noble felt like shackles tightening around my throat.
Living it firsthand, I finally understood something.
The Heroine was boring.
Too perfect.
A hollow character.
It made me sick.
So, I changed her. I changed me.
I abandoned the elegant, helpless noble act and carved out my own path. I joined the Adventurer’s Guild near the forest, hunting monsters and collecting their magic stones to sell. The thrill of battle, the rush of freedom, it was nothing like the suffocating life of nobility.
For the first time since arriving here, I was genuinely happy.
“Is this how you intend to behave at the Academy? Disgracing my name?”
His voice was cold, measured but I knew better. Beneath that calm exterior lay a man obsessed with the Royce Household’s reputation. To him, our family name must remain untarnished, no matter the cost. He had spent years molding the Heroine into the perfect daughter, one that nobles and commoners would admire, a symbol of elegance and grace.
I clenched my fists, biting back the sharp retort rising in my throat. I wanted to argue. I wanted to defy him.
I opened my mouth, “You are my daughter, Mina. Do not disappoint me.”
Then—it hit me.
I am his daughter. Whether I like it or not, in this world, until the day I die, I carry the Royce name. Whatever I do will reflect on him, the man who raised...me.
This is my life now.
I inhaled deeply, forcing my frustration down before bowing my head slightly.
“My apologies, Father. I will reflect on my actions immediately.”
The words felt bitter on my tongue. A scripted response, something the Heroine would say. Damn it.
Satisfied, he nodded. “Get ready for your departure tomorrow morning. The staff of Arcenciel Academy will be expecting you at your dormitory. Aldrich will accompany you.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I turned around and left his office before I said something that might make him suspicious. The way I acted just now wasn’t how the Heroine should behave, it would surely raise suspicions if I continued like this. But in the Academy, my father wouldn’t be around to scold me. It would just be me, and—
“Lady Mina.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned to the familiar voice.
Standing there was Amelia Lincoldt—one of the most important people in the Heroine’s life. My life.
She was more than just a maid; she was the most trusted and loyal servant, coming from a commoner household. But unlike the other maids, Amelia’s family was actually wealthy enough that they never had to worry about their next meal. Yet, despite her privileged background, she chose to serve the Royce Household with unwavering dedication.
“What’s wrong?”
She looked away, a habit of hers that I had always found adorable. But seeing it this close, standing before me in real life, she was even more stunning than I had imagined.
I smiled and rubbed my temples in feigned frustration. “Ah, I just remembered… once I’m in the Academy, I won’t have anyone to take care of me. No one will remember my favorite meals, and what if I get sick? Ugh.” I sighed dramatically, loud enough for her to hear before peaking to see her reaction.
Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I saw her mouth quiver as if she wanted to say something but she shut it just as quickly.
I guess I’d have to say it for her.
I extended my hand toward her. “Will you accompany me to the Academy until I graduate, Amelia?”
Instead of taking my hand, she jumped into my arms, wrapping me in a tight embrace.
I stiffened.
The force nearly knocked the air out of me, and I wondered how I was even still breathing. But… I liked it. This moment with her, the warmth of her arms around me. I didn’t want it to end. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer. I knew everything about every character in this world.
And Amelia Lincoldt… I knew her. Too well, actually.
“Lady Mina?”
Ah. I had forgotten. The Heroine had never been fond of physical touch. And yet, here I was, hugging her back. But, I wasn’t just playing her character anymore.
I was living it.
I tightened my hold on her slightly and whispered, “Stay with me always, understand?”
“Eh? What do you mean—?”
I pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes.
“It’s an order.”
She just gave me that same soft smile, “Even if you didn't say that, I will always stay with you.”
I'm finally relieved.
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The next morning, we left the mansion at dawn.
Since the Academy was far from the Royce estate, we had to travel by carriage—the only means of transportation available to nobles. Unlike my past life, where cars and other vehicles made travel quick and effortless, this world relied solely on carriages, making long journeys tedious. It was also the reason commoners lived near the palace since without carriages, traveling on foot was their only option.
The steady rhythm of the wheels against the dirt road filled the silence inside the carriage until Amelia’s voice broke through.
“Lady Mina.”
I turned to her just as she handed me a lunch box.
I blinked, confused.
She smiled softly. “The journey will take at least two hours. I thought I’d pack you some food.”
I stared at her for a moment before smiling. She really thought of everything.
My father had initially rejected the idea of Amelia accompanying me, insisting she was needed at the mansion. But I argued that I would have no one at the Academy, no one to call for if something happened.
And I wasn’t wrong to bring her. I took the lunch box from her hands. “Thanks.”
“Your father asked me to give you this.”
I took the envelope from Amelia’s hands and carefully pulled out the letter inside—only to nearly scream in terror when the envelope suddenly came to life.
A mouth formed in the floating parchment, its voice deep and commanding.
“Mina, keep in mind that you are carrying my name as you study at the Academy. I am hoping— no, wishing that I won’t receive any reports regarding your behavior. Do not disappoint me.”
Ah, give me a break. Even when I’ve finally left the mansion, he still finds a way to pressure me. It pissed me off so much that, before the enchanted letter could finish its speech, I crumpled it into a ball and threw it out the window.
“BEGONE, CURSED OBJECT!”
Amelia gasped. “L-Lady Mina?!”
Shit. I forgot I wasn’t alone.
I turned to Amelia and flashed her a sweet, innocent smile as I giggled. “How about we keep this a secret from Father? Hehe, he’ll kick my ass.”
She let out a deep sigh, crossing her arms. “I swear… you’re still a child.”
I froze.
“EXCUSE ME? I WAS A HIGHLY RESPECTED FASHION DESIGNER IN MY PAST LIFE! I HAD CLIENTS! DEADLINES! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A CHILD?!” I screamed in my mind. If only I can say that to her.
I squawked. “THAT THING DESERVED IT!”
She shrugged. “Still a child.”
I started hitting her shoulder aggressively. “TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE IT BACK OR I’LL HAVE YOU EXECUTED FOR SLANDER!”
She just patted my head like I was some feral cat. “There, there. Let it all out.”
I pouted, arms crossed. How funny.
I forgot, I am living inside a 15 years old teenager and not a fashion designer anymore.
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“Please keep in mind about the curfews for the students of Arcenciel Academy, since all of you are first years, we expect great behavior for each and one of you. To the western wing is where the dormitories of the Nobles are located, and to the eastern is for the Commoners. We hope you get a good education in our Academy. Onto the next one,”
I continue to listen to the Headmaster's speech about the rules and regulations in the Academy but his last words may have stirred up some gossip since I can hear the Commoners talking behind me.
“He's a Noble, after all. He wouldn't want his student with same status to associate with commoners.”
“The discrimination is so loud. He didn't even try to hide it.”
“Nobles are so damn pathetic.”
I sighed as I averted my attention back to the Headmaster, I can't say that they're wrong since they're absolutely right. For a prestigious Academy to separate the Commoner and Nobles' Dormitories doesn't make any sense since their motto is literally,
In this Academy, all of us are equals.
I wouldn't blame them for getting mad.
The speech was so boring that I could see some students already yawning, while others were sneakily dozing off behind their books. Even the Headmaster’s voice sounded like a lullaby.
With nothing else to focus on, I started scanning the hall, searching for her—the very reason I came here in the first place. But with so many people packed together, it was impossible to make out any faces.
Though… certain individuals stood out regardless, even when they weren’t the ones I was looking for.
“Where is she?”
I even looked up at the second-floor balcony, where the remaining students sat listening to the orientation, but she was nowhere to be found.
Just my luck.
And to make matters worse, I really needed to go to the bathroom. I shouldn’t have chugged that entire bottle of water on the way here. Damn it, bad timing.
I’ll find you later!
“Excuse me,” I muttered, slipping out of the hall as quietly as possible, not wanting to attract too much attention.
Maybe splashing some water on my face would help calm my nerves. I was so excited to see her for the first time that I barely got any sleep last night—just thinking about our first encounter.
Though, I remember what would trigger that interaction between us but that will happen on the first day of class which is in two days so I want to see her today since I can't take it any longer, she's just a few meters away from me unlike when I was still in the mansion.
Where we're miles away from each other.
“I want to see her.” I whispered, even just a glimpse of her would be enough.
I guess, I will only see her on the first day of class. We're not meant to meet right now, but I, at least want to change that.
I sigh and gently wipe my face before heading out of the bathroom to get back to the orientation, I can already see my nightmares in the hall earlier because they really stand out among all the students. Also because they have women wooing over them.
It's pathetic.
The thought of having to interact with them soon sent chills down my spine. I was fine with them before—when they were just fictional characters. But now? Now, they’re just a few feet away from meeting me.
“What am I gonna do— OUCH!” I fell into my butt after bumping into someone.
What the hell is this person made of?
I feel like I just walked straight into a wall of iron. My whole body recoils from the impact, my vision spinning for a brief moment. The hit was so solid that I actually wonder if I’ve damaged my skull.
For a second, I clutch my forehead, internally debating whether or not I should demand compensation for emotional distress.
I should apologize. It was my fault for not looking where I was going. But when I finally glance up—
I freeze. Completely out of words.
“Are you okay?”
Her voice is exactly as I remember it; steady, calm, effortlessly cool. Just three words, yet they sound like they carry the weight of a lifetime.
This scene, this interaction, this person... is what I've been waiting for since I arrived in this world. The girl I've been looking for since I stepped into this Academy, the face I'm looking among the crowd of students.
Her one dialogue that saved me that day.
My heart stutters, my brain short-circuits.
I was prepared for this moment. I was. I’ve gone over it in my head a million times, planning how I’d act, what I’d say. But now that it’s happening, I’ve forgotten everything.
I should respond. Say something, you idiot! Anything.
“...Chaeyoung,”
Her name were the only word that slips from my lips before I can stop it, barely louder than a whisper.
Seeing her this close to me. Not meters away. Not even feet. Inches.
Her brows furrow slightly, her sharp gaze studying me with mild curiosity. “You know me?”
Maybe to her, I’m just a stranger.
But to me?
I've memorized everything about her. Every detail the game developers ever released. Every scrap of lore, every backstory fragment, every trivial fact that most players ignored. She was never supposed to be important. She was never supposed to interact with the Heroine after this. And yet, I spent hours obsessing over her by studying every possible mention of her character, every rare piece of information, even the hidden notes buried deep in the game’s files.
Because to me, Chaeyoung was never just an extra.
She was the character that mattered most.
In the original game, the Heroine would run away from her after she said her one dialogue and will never interact with the main character ever again because she was just an extra who isn't meant to have more scene or dialogues.
“Hey, you. Did I hurt you?”
And, right now?
She said three lines that was never supposed to happen.
And, I didn't run away.
I finally understand now, no one is controlling me.
I am controlling me.
For the first time, the choices are truly mine to make. No predetermined script choices in a box that appears in the scree, no invisible hand forcing me down a set path. The power to decide rests in my hands alone.
…But even so, te world around me will not change so easily because the game’s story is already set in motion. The events will unfold as they always have, like an unstoppable current pulling everything toward its inevitable conclusion and I can't stop that from happening.
All I can do is change the choices without ruining the path this game is set on.
The princes will still suffer through their tragic backstories. Their fates will still intertwine with the Heroine’s. Their undying devotion to her will not waver.
But none of that matters to me.
I don’t care about them.
I have only one goal.
If I have to act as the Heroine, then I will.
If I must follow the story’s flow, then so be it.
If I have to marry one of the Princes, hell no.
If I have to make an unwritten choices, I will because it's her.
I sat there, on the ground and continue to stare at her fearing that I will lose her if I ever take my eyes off her, scared that the game will take the same path where I won't have any interactions with her again. I don't want that.
I want her.
Not as a fleeting presence. Not as some background character meant to fade into obscurity.
I want her to stay.
The game, Eatherial Hearts is now playing to the first ever chapter of the game.
I clenched my fists, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. If the world was determined to push me along a path I didn’t choose, if this game was set on following its written script where she'll be away from me then I would have to rewrite it myself.
And to alter the fate that’s already in motion, there’s only one thing I can think of doing.
“I love you.”
“Huh?”
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