"Well, whatever you do," I murmur, tightening my hold on her, "just don't forget your promise, okay?"
That's all I can say for now.
Eris leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my hair, her lips lingering for a heartbeat.
"Don't worry, I won't forget," she whispers. "I will always return to your side."
A weak chuckle escapes me.
"Hehe… that's good."
But even as I say it, my laughter sounds hollow. Even to my own ears.
Yes, Eris has made a promise.
That she would always come back to me.
That she would never risk her own life.
Because I would always be waiting for her.
And right now, this promise is the only thing holding us together.
But sadly… I don't know if I can really count on it.
The world is dangerous.
Like a storm, like a tornado.
And this promise… it's like a house made of paper.
Fragile. So fragile.
We could be blown apart at any moment.
