My Devil System Desires of a Sword Saint

Oliver~, you probably don remember me anymore. I don know if this message will ever get through to you, but I wanted to say this anyways.

From the very first time you looked at me, I felt as if we were destined to be together. The bracelet you gave to me still hangs on my wrist to this day. No matter where I am, I feel happy whenever I look down and see it.

You always said that you weren a nice person, but that couldn matter less to me. The fact that you protected me to the last second is something that clings to my heart. It is a feeling that Ill never let go of, not for as long as I exist in this world.

People always looked at your clear, sapphire-blue eyes, thinking that they were the prettiest things on the planet. However, I love nothing else but the dark spirals that form in your eyes when you
e serious. They were a sign that you were something more than just a normal person. Even when everyone else was terrified of you—I never once thought that you were scary. You would always protect the things that mattered to you.

Ah, its a bit lonely up here. Ive seen some of our old friends, living their life in the new world of your creation. They
e all happily married, some even have kids—isn that crazy? Time goes fast.

Ive always wondered what itd be like to live a normal life. I guess ours was anything but normal, still, I enjoyed every moment of it. When I was with you, I felt as if there was nothing that could hurt me.

Its been three-thousand two-hundred and forty-two years since I last saw you. We tried so hard to get to the top, but now that Im here, I feel nothing but a light tingling of regret in my heart. Sacrifices are a hard thing to swallow sometimes.

I can still go on though.

The only reason Ive been able to keep pushing on is that I know that Ill be able to see you again.

The faint, loose hope that I planted all those years ago will finally be coming to fruition.

Oliver, I can wait to see you. But for the plan to work, Ill have to observe you from afar for a little while. In comparison to how long Ive waited, its nothing. When you finally get back everything you lost, we can meet again.

It might be chapter ??$#?!? for me, but for us, the story will be starting again.

Let this be chapter zero.

When I finally see you again, let it be chapter one.

Then, we can live out the story we worked so hard to create~

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Maia