The crying has stopped a few days ago.
Now I barely ever hear the eerie lullabies flow through the walls.
I also see him more.
His harden glance gone.
In its stead a cool yet genuine expression fills its presence.
In honesty.
The shadows don't seem so dark and the walls seem brighter.
Yet in my stomach. An oversized. Stone of dread. Is slowly growing.
That this happiness is yet to last.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
