[LunaCoco]

After the war... a small hand writes. A journal to herself... to let out these emotions... these thoughts...

Do you remember our promise?

When I met you, you were a bandit.
I was hunting for the woman who had taken the arm off a fellow Razuka.
And when I saw you, I stopped, I paused.

I thought you were interesting.
We talked together, made plans to rob together.
And yet I never went through it, and I thought that would be it.

Yet you sent me a letter.
To meet up.

You asked me that you wanted to talk.
Talk about settling down, of stopping with your bandit ways.
How foolish was I to believe you.

Yet, when you kissed my hand that day, I didn't really care.
I vouched for you when I brought you, and with annoyance they accepted.
I didn't think they would, to be fair.

Yet they fought for you.
Even when you were more trouble than you were worth.

And even when they told me that you weren't worth it.
I still vouched for you, fought for you.
I believed in you.

And we were together, we had come to love one another.
More than just the surprise of a kiss on the hand.
I had come to love the girl who was soft around my presence.

And in our bed, I remembered the promise you made.
You made so many of them, remember?

A promise to not rob anyone else...
A promise to not be so angry...
A promise to be more kind...

How many of these did you actually keep?
How many of these promises did you remember?
And yet, it didn't matter, for the only promise I wanted you to keep was one.

To live together.
Till we grew old.
Till a hundred years had passed.

And now, even that promise will be broken.
I have no doubt.
For the enemies you've made span the continent.

Your past, your future, your actions.
Finally catching up to you.
And yet I find it unfair.

That you will never get to see me in my wedding dress.
That we will never be able to call one another my partner for life.
To call each other wife.

Maybe in my dreams, I'll see you.
A dream of a life where we grow old together.
A life where we find peace with each other.

Where we kiss each other.
Where we rest with each other.
Where we adopt children with each other.

And yet, I will wake up.
To a reality without you.
With no hope of meeting you in the next life.

Left with a myriad of broken promises.
Picking up the pieces of a broken heart.

I promise you, I will never love another.

At least in my heart, I will hold you.
In my dreams, I will see you.
In my mind, I will think of you.

And the words I wish I could tell you.

Again and again.

Forever and ever.

I love you. Yvelt.

My dragon. My heart. My life.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

My Dragon... my bandit... my love...