Always remember the cherry blossom.
Those words are imprinted... perhaps forcibly... into my mind.
Without saying a word...
I drop the letter...
...turn around...
...and walk away...
...not minding the traps that were deactivated during our long, hard talk, for some reason.
“Soren Orr... has just left the building.”
These are Drake Pasteur's words of farewell, though they are said in my complete absence.
He then picks up the letter.
Outside...
I just don't know what to do next, now that I've heard the truth.
The truly shocking one.
And our meeting ended on a sour note.
Delusions? What are those?
They're called convictions, stupid!
You claim to know more about Lianna and I than I thought; but the tone of your words, and the way you deliver your messages...
...colors me the
