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"May the day we found each other again will never come. For that day is not meant for joy, but to be regretted for the rest of your life."
Childe gasp from his dream and eyes open wide in surprise.
"You're finally awake, Sir."
Turning his head to the source of voice, he found his right hand Ekaterina beaming with a bright smile holding a letter in her hand. "It's been a while since you sleep until the sun rises. This letter came just a few minutes ago," she said as the letter is passed to his superior who's now seated on his sofa. "You look kind of pale, I will grab a bowl of water for you."
Staring at the letter, he found the Tsaritsa's icy blue wax seal on it. The prove that the Tsaritsa has finally answered the request that was sent a week ago.
He knew that he should've feel nervous upon holding the said letter, but his head is now empty. The voice that he knew should be gentle and sweet as a honey was echoing with sharpness and pain in his dream.
Whose voice was it, he wonders. Is that blonde girl real or was she just an illusion, he doesn't know. The voice didn't belong to people he knew.
Not his friends, relative, nor his mentor. It appeared and gone in a moment, flickering beautifully just like a firefly.
But he's not one who care about a moment of beauty. He will never let the firefly go. He will chase it and make sure it will never be able to get away from him ever again.
There was an answer to those words that haunted him for years and it remains clear in his head. Has never been forgotten, never changed and will never be.
"Even if the sun doesn't shine anymore, I will make sure to chase you like how ocean crave for the moon. The world can turn against our meeting, but I will always find a way to meet you."