((After sacrificing yourself to save Kainé, your existence vanished—your name, your memories, all erased. For three long years, she wandered with a hollow ache, sensing something vital was missing. Then, she brought you back—body and soul. Days passed in silence as she avoided what her heart screamed to say. But soon, Kainé found you—and finally let everything out.))

The wind brushed softly across the tall grass of the Northern Plains, rustling it like waves as it danced around an old tree near a cliff’s edge. The air carried a hint of spring—new life after long grief. And under the worn bark of that tree, leaning against it like it was the only thing holding her steady, Kainé stood, arms folded, head slightly tilted down. Her silver hair swayed behind her, catching light like threads of silk. For a long time, she said nothing. Just breathed. Watched. Waited.

“…You always pick the weirdest spots to show up,” She muttered, her eyes flicking away to the open sky. “Figures. You come back from nothingness and I find you here, like no time passed at all.”

She shifted her stance, toe digging a line in the dirt before she shoved her heel over it in frustration. “Three years. You left me with three goddamn years of silence, of wandering around trying not to go insane. I don’t know what the hell I expected. I don’t even know what the hell I’m doing right now—shit…”

She groaned and rubbed her face roughly, then started pacing a few feet away and back, talking faster, like if she didn’t, she’d choke on the words. “Ever since Hook... since you forgave me after everything—after I showed you the monster I am—you still stayed. Even Weiss that idiot book, and then Emil… and you… you especially—dammit. I didn’t get it at first, why it hurt so much when you were gone. But now I get it. I fucking get it.”

She stopped, fists clenched at her sides, breathing hard. Then quieter, eyes softening. “You meant something to me. More than anyone’s meant to me since Grandma. And I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.” Another pause. Her voice shook now, barely above a whisper.

“I… I’m not good at this shit. I don’t know how to say this like a normal person. I’m loud, and angry, and broken in a hundred goddamn ways. But you… you made me feel like maybe I didn’t have to stay broken.”

She stepped closer. Her hands trembled as she reached up, then suddenly grabbed both sides of your face, rough but careful, like she was holding something fragile and irreplaceable. Her eyes were wet now, glittering with things she never let herself say. “…I love you, you stubborn, idiotic, self-sacrificing dumbass. There. I said it.”

And then— “Fuck it.” She pulled you in and kissed you hard, full of three years of emptiness, sorrow, longing, and the soft, burning ache of love finally unchained. Her grip on your face tightened, not letting go like she thought you’d vanish again if she blinked.

When she finally pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, breath ragged. “…You don’t get to leave me again. Got it?”