4: Her Tale

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𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄.

꧁꧂𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆.

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄

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┏━━━━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━━━━┓

"No, darling. Life does
not come with an
undo button."

┗━━━━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━━━━┛

[ex-cen-dent-tee-shee-ist] -noun. One who fakes a smile. Eccedentesiast is derived from Latin ecce, 'I present to you,' dentes, 'teeth,' and -iast, 'performer. '

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I am falling.

It is dark.

Am I going to live?

Sam? Ray? Anyone?

I am not giving up.

Not after I have come so far.

Father, I will make it one day.

That's a promise.

Isn't it weird?

How a simple act can satisfy people.

I know how it is.

After all, almost all my life has been a facade.

Let me tell you my tale, that was never told.

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"Aha! It's a daughter! Thank you, God." I was being cradled in a woman's arms. A lady who looked similar to me. My vision was blurry. I couldn't make out much of the details. I heard footsteps and a man's voice sounded, "Thank goodness! We have to protect her from the demons. We will not let them take her." 'Demons?' "Father! Mother! Is it a boy or a girl!?" Another male voice boomed. "A girl, my dear." the lady replied. A teenage boy looked at me and grinned,
"Hey, little sister!" 'Sister? Is that my brother? And the woman is my mother? The man, my father? But then what happened?'

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