“Wait for me.” That was the last sentence that you said to me, when you were still alive, when you still were mine.
You will never know how hopeless I was when I was waiting my lover coming back; you will never know how angry I was when you refused me to go with you. I hated myself, who was weak, timid and useless that I had no ability to protect you, to fight with you, to even die beside you.
Have I called you back? I asked myself continuously. I’ve been unable to hear the echo inside your heart already, though I’ve shouted your name thousands of times. Therefore I can’t understand your hatred, your desire, your pain and your sorrow. It was ridiculously when you were standing in front of me again that you were neither alive nor dead that… my dearest person became the strangest one to me.
Was I happy at that moment? Or should I be sad? You were someone who I loved the most but are the something I should abhor the most now – my power of light will hurt you. So, no matter how strong I am, I can’t protect you anymore.
Holy light, I beg you, bring her back to me.