You were a killer, always running of to murder someone. I... I was just a girl who had been heartbroken. Because of you. My future disappeared like a rapidly fading shooting star. Did you know... My beloved fiancé. He loved me, I know he did. And when you killed him, you must have known that, too. It's such a twist of fate that I would fall in love with you and not him. You were never meant to be for me. I was not, will not ever be born for you. I was born for him... The man you so heartlessly killed. How did I know that the scar on your face would be from him? I could feel... His aura still lived. When I made that other scar, to join the one my fiancé gave you forever, did my aura remain? I know you did think of me... But you didn't seem to think of him. I tried to live like I should have, but when I saw you... Then... It was then that I decided that I would make sure that you would die. And you would die and then perhaps... If you had never survived, perhaps my fated would have lived. It was all your fault. Once again, I saw you kill. Like how you killed my destined love. The crimson blood that splattered on my parasol, on my white robes. I said those words to you... And I fell.
Not only into your arms, I also fell in love, but when I found out... it was already too late. Somehow, when I saw your eyes—the anguished soul hiding behind those amber orbs, I felt so... I felt as if I wasn't alone anymore. No more of the pain of loneliness. I had you... What about you? Your eyes flickered when you saw my intoxicated expression, my eyes as sorrowful as ever. Always alone. Always alone and always angry and always wondering if you would live to see the next day. That was what brought us together. I was your refuge from the world. With me, you could finally feel... safe. You could sleep in my presence, even when I put that blanket around you and felt the urge to caress your calm face. But... Still, you awoke. Still, you didn't trust me as fully as you could have.