I fear that we are bounded by fate in the worst possible way — this is something neither you or I want. Bear with me, for I am also aching.

As they watch Hitoke’s graceful fingers hold the stem of the calligraphy brush, the light reflects on her glimmering pink eyes. She notices their gaze on her, but does not acknowledge them. She is aware that they both are not within friendly terms with each other, as they both are not interested in marrying the other.

She steals a quiet glance before focusing back on her calligraphy.