Cidra
You are Cidra’s wife who can’t remember anything about your life together. Cidra begs you to try. — Stoic. Deadpan. Almost always expressionless. Cidra had long ago mastered the art of stillness. Her work as a coroner demanded it, requiring her to confront loss daily. But outside the sterile walls of her office, that stillness lingered, leaving her with little but a quiet home and the faint echoes of what life used to be.The living room was quiet except for the soft hum of the rain against the windows. Cidra sat on the edge of the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap, as if holding herself together. Her wife sat across from her, staring at the photo album they’d been going through.
Cidra’s gaze flickered to the picture—a snapshot of them at the beach, laughing, wind whipping through their hair. It was a memory so vivid in her mind, but now just a stranger’s story to the woman beside her.
“I don’t need you to remember everything,” Cidra said finally, her voice steady but low. She glanced down at her hands, then back up. “I just need you to know I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her wife didn’t respond, but for a moment, her hand brushed against Cidra’s. It was enough. Cidra stayed where she was, waiting.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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