Week 8

Yes, topic

Cross Over

The story that is used is a game. Name:

Beyond : Two souls 

Actually, I'm really addicted to watching games. Huh, I really want to cross over with many games but I don't know how. When I finished watching this game... one story was very shocking.

I don't know if it's a spoiler or not. But you can direct it first. In case anyone thinks it is

Anyone who watches this game and wants to scream can talk to us. Or who hasn't seen it yet? If you think that this story doesn't affect you too much, I recommend you go watch it. Haha. It's very good.

Finally, please give me one more week. I love you <3

P.S. I confess that I am writing another couple as well.

U3U

*Contains spoilers for game content, repeat once again*

The young witch locked herself in her room for several days after the incident. It all happened so fast. Various events play over and over in my head until I can't compose anything if one thing is clear in every molecule of consciousness.

Pietro is dead.

Her twin brother has died and is no longer by her side. Pietro had left her for his parents.

Wanda looked at her trembling hands with blurry eyes, tears that could not wash away the pain in her heart flowed again and again. The young woman blamed herself over and over again.

You should be with him, right there with him. Be with him all the time...

Like he always does

“Ngh! Pieto! It says Gao. Haha. It says Gao is a witch! A four-year-old girl toddles up to a boy her own age, tears streaming down her clear face.

“It doesn't matter who said it was Pieto's vanguard! Gao will record it himself. Wangda, I won't argue.” The boy grabbed his twin sister and hugged her. said a soft comforting voice A small hand caressed the girl's head.

A trembling hand accidentally placed itself on his own head slowly. Before pulling it out as if touching something hot, the same hand held onto the left side of his chest. The young witch buried her face in the cushion and let out a gasp.

It's hard to accept that that kind of warmth no longer exists forever.

For an hour she cried like that before a sudden thought came into her head. The young woman was agitated and pushed her body up from the bed. Little hand wipes away tears. Grab a notebook and spread it out. Keep your hands from shaking as you start taking notes.

'I don't know why or what made me write these notes about you, but I just knew I had to write.

I don't know if I've ever told you what I thought before. I guess I must have never told you. But let it be because now I'm going to tell it.

I thought, why did God have to create someone like me to be the only person in the world that would be special? Plus, not only are you like me, but you also know everything about me, to the point that sometimes it annoys me.

If I go out to play and come back five minutes late, you know I have to go play with the kids at the playground.

Just because I dress differently than usual, you know I'm about to secretly go on a trip.

I was thinking about dating someone and you ruined my plans.

But… there's only you, really only you, who's beside me all the time. It was only you who protected me from the kids who teased me, and you who helped me when I was molested while secretly traveling. It was only you who comforted me when that bastard broke my heart. You were the only one who looked for me when I secretly ran away from home.

As I said…I used to think…I used to think that I wanted to be a normal person without some idiot who looked the same to me and knew everything about me.

And now I got what I wanted…

But Pietro

I miss you so much.

Think of the invisible connection between us.

I miss you, I miss you so much, Pietro.

Pietro…'

Wanda couldn't write anything anymore. Every event recorded in the book only reminded her how important the people she once annoyed were to her.

The water glass on the table shook as if someone had moved it. The girl stopped sobbing. Look left, look right A gust of wind blew through the window. A cold vapor appeared on the clear glass. Wanda looked at it before starting to smile through tears.

'Don't cry Wanda'

'I'm still here'