Goodbye, My Love

Entranced by his captivating allure, Loraine allowed him to approach.

The gap between them was slowly diminishing, and she could sense the warm breath from behind his mask.

Just as their faces were about to meet, Loraine locked eyes with him and called out a name with certainty. “Marco.”

It wasn’t a question, but an affirmation.

A flicker of surprise sparked in the eyes behind the mask. He backed away, sighed, and slowly revealed his face.

As expected, it was Marco.

and crossed her arms, maintaining

had stirred within her. She had, after all, been deeply in love

E L A ‘s L I B

his eyes were reduced to ashes, she would still

had picked up the art of eloquent speech from somewhere, weaving tales about art and

silence, as she was unsure, and also curious to see the

Marco

expected, I

reluctantly acknowledging that her ability to recognize him wasn’t due to his underwhelming disguise, but rather her intimate knowledge of him. With a smirk, she playfully challenged, “Your disguise is far from impressive, isn’t it? I mean, those prominent hands and lengthy fingers of yours aren’t exactly inconspicuous,

but suddenly realized she shouldn’t bring them up. Realizing her mistake, she immediately

Marco gazed at her fondly and murmured, “So you recall

him in her heart. She not only remembered his preferences and traits but could also