Oz glued a smile to his lips as he watched time be cruel to him once again.
“Who are you?” A phrase he has heard plenty of times stumbling past the girl's cherry pink lips, and each time she recited his name with almost a bitter taste to her mouth, the name too unfamiliar that it felt like — despite standing close to each other — the distance between them keeps growing. Oz feels his heart dropping lower and lower each time.
“My name is Oz, Lady Illya. I was previously a servant of the moon. Now, I serve you." He recited the line he had memorized by heart over and over all the while withholding more of what he actually wanted to say. I dedicate myself to you for all of eternity that is to come. How long had he wanted to say that to her one more time? But not now, perhaps in another time i
