I wanted it all to end. But you kidnapped me. You dragged me into another world— a world where magic is born from angels and the possibilities are endless. I wanted to ask why you chose me. To question what you could possibly see in someone like me. But when the only warmth in a foreign world wraps around you and calls you precious, you stop asking questions. Especially when you’ve never known that warmth before. Even if it will hurt when it ends. Even if I fall and shatter. I would rather love you recklessly now than regret holding back later.