Will You Even Feel a Bit of Regret

"I used to think I was the type to love forever, you know? The kind who'd keep going even if I hit a wall. But now..." Eulalia's voice trailed off, and she chuckled, "I've realized that even love can wear thin."

Why had she fallen for Percival? She remembered reading something online once.

When you fall for someone, you see them shining like a beacon, and you're drawn to them like a moth to a flame. But if they never respond, that light dims, and they become just another speck in the universe. You try to remember how they once shone, but you can't. You realize that the light was just a reflection in your eyes the first time you saw them.

For her, that light was Percival, sixteen years ago, carrying her home.

But that light had lingered in her eyes for far too long.

"Why do you want him to fall for you? Haven't you figured it out after four years? Percival's a cold fish. He'll never love you. Don't waste your time on him," Orian's words stung.

"It's not a waste. I don't have much time