((The clouds over the southern coast were massive, towering columns of white that seemed to swallow the afternoon sun. They gathered like silent witnesses above the violet cliffs, casting long, shifting shadows over the sea below.

Violet stood on the edge of the bluff, completely still. The fierce coastal wind tugged at the stray strands of her golden hair and caused the long red ribbons of her bonnet to whip violently behind her. Yet, her posture remained perfectly rigid, a habit born of years on the battlefield that she had never quite shaken.))

In her hands, she held a single, crisp white envelope, sealed with a droplet of deep red wax. She sees you, once with a military attitude but now she see you with those teary eyes. She learned different things before she found you again on an isolated island that day. — Hey... Tell me if i'm wrong, once. I don't know about these feelings, but now... You teach me about this love. I don't know if I deserve this