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A wide-angle shot of a grand altar. At the very end is Erasme, looking up.
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I'm sorry.
It's just that every time I look at you, I always remember your mom's final request.
And I feel guilty.
I'm really sorry.
I'll find a way out of this, my love.
YOU ARE READING
Longing
RomanceAnselmo's stories for Era. Stories to remember whenever he forgets how to love.
