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.

narrowed her gaze and crossed her arms, maintaining a calm composure

the first encounter, a sense of familiarity had stirred within her. She had, after all, been deeply in love with him. Even the mask and the disguised voice couldn’t entirely mask his characteristic

L A ‘s L I B R A

reduced to ashes, she

weaving tales about art and literature. Initially, he had fooled Loraine. But

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

a sigh, Marco looked

I was

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

of Marco, but suddenly realized she shouldn’t bring them

at her fondly and murmured, “So you

heart. She not only remembered his preferences and traits but could also identify him even behind