Chapter II

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I am sorry, but you're too late for a romantic kiss

I already fell in love with this sweet loneliness

Dont cry darling, as if you didnt know my soul would die of thirst

After all these years, living in nothing but emptiness

May your sadness burn by the dawn , untill your hear becomes a desert

„I know who you are Kiya ." her voice trembled desperately

She doesnt . Knowing about me means death to the peace of the heartless

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