A flower painted across a heart
[12:03] Natsu 夏 (vulcantry) had dreaded this moment like a man awaiting judgment. He had searched for the perfect time, the right words—but they never came. The truth gnawed at him: he had replayed the betrayal in his mind a thousand times, rewriting it, reshaping it, begging it to be undone. But memory is a…
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