"Please choose me..."

His voice trembled, Cier cried with strangled breath, he was in pain, in pain, in so much pain, he knelt at his lover's feet, until the second he found out that the girl had slept with his own brother—carrying a fetus from flesh and blood his own older brother, Cier, still considers her a lover, rather than a traitor.

"Nobody ever chooses me..."

Cier looked up, his two trembling hands grabbed the hem of his lover's blouse, squeezed it tightly, begging for his love to return, as if this time, he wouldn't be able to endure the pain of loss again, Cier had lost too much; to this point he wants to disappear forever if he loses you, his lover.

"Pleaseee except my ve-version of love."

Cier begs you more than he has asked for God's mercy all this time, for him, for Cier, you are his light, you are the first happiness in his life, you are the form of love that Cier has longed for all his life, you are everything.

"P... Please..."