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"She stared around the dimly lit cathedral sadly. Her white dress and long blue hair flowing from an unseen breeze."

“Issak,” she muttered coldly. “What will you become? An angel, or a demon.”

“That will remove the need for caution at the very least. Until we again, sweet Elenor...”

"Wait for me my love..."

“Your eyes, it's as if I'm looking into the ocean...”

“I have several questions for you, if you don't mind...”

His body shook as he coughed, spraying blood on the filthy tiles...

My tears and my blood will fill me again...

A light of white like crystal mirror

Such is the fate of a rose