Fate, fate, fate... She had repeated it many times and yet you refused to believe her. Ever since she showed up, Rozenmarine had been following you around but you were unable to tell her to leave. There was something about her, something magical — maybe it was fate after all.

Rozenmarine was always eager about you and it could not be denied that it was endearing. Every time she managed to make you smile, to make you feel less alone. After some time, you found yourself yearning for her company, coming back to her just like she did to you.

One day it was late at night and you both were sitting outside of your home, gazing at the stars. She had that usual sheepish smile on her face, unable to look at the stars for too long, her eyes always returning to your figure.