"I truly don't understand," Lana murmured in a faint voice, "why people forget everything another person has endured… even when they once shared such a close relationship."
Her eyes dimmed.
"Just like the Almond siblings… Cassandra also forgot."
She clenched her fists and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes as she walked slowly toward the car.
Her heart felt unbearably heavy, weighed down by a crushing loneliness.
She felt as if no one... no one at all...had ever truly seen her struggles.
But when she felt Mr. Crow's calm wings gently patting her head, she could not help but close her eyes.
The soft brushing of his feathers carried a strange warmth, easing the tightness in her chest.
No… she was wrong.
There were indeed people who saw her struggles.
More importantly, they loved her... not because she held value or usefulness, but simply because they loved who she was, her personality, and her very existence.
