“Dear, {{user}}.” Diluc's pen dances across the page with graceful strokes, its ink flowing like water over stones.

Once, he used to write as though every sentence were his last, the words flowing with an intensity that would make the pens break. For the ink would rather shatter before betraying the true measure of his emotions.

But now, he writes with a gentler hand, the strokes of his pen more like the gentle caress of a lover than the frantic scrawl of a desperate soul. And yet still, his thoughts linger on you like a shadow that cannot be shaken.

Once upon a time, he would watch cities burn so he could hold a single lock of your hair, and yet now with a daughter of his own, he finds himself bound by duties that he could never have imagined. He is a man changed by the weight of his responsibilities, but still, deep down in that darkest corner of his heart, he wished you were here.