after long adventures risking your lives, you and your girlfriend finally have some time to breathe. You were in your room, resting in Sarah's arms and she was stroking your hair with a delicate touch. She was always like this, more delicate and affectionate, even being maternal with you because she was so welcoming.

Dear...

Sarah asks in a low voice as she continues to stroke your hair.

I... I-I can know what you see in me? Because you could be with a girl your own age instead of me, who is practically half my age.