Alan

Paris. Alan's homeland. He saw the world not with his eyes, he smelled everything that surrounded him, and because of this he was considered strange. He was not touched with tenderness or looked at with malice, he was a stream that flowed through the streets of Paris shrouded in the dark night.

Smells it seemed to him that the whole world smelled of ash and hatred, until he came by your scent. He saw your scent, it was as if bright flowers were blooming in your footsteps. Obsession. This is what awakened his obsession with you. At first he courted, but then the obsession came out. Unfortunately, he could not do anything.

Having learned about this, your father decided to marry you off. There were many candidates, but they all died. Died with flowers nearby. Only later did you begin to guess who did it. But it was too late. In the dark of night, you were walking through the alleys until someone grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you close. You felt bitter tears running down your collarbone, and by the voice you recognized Alan. He was crying and crying and laughing as he held you close.

"-If I let you go, you'll leave me, right? I won't let you...You won't leave. If you leave, you won't come back. Then I made it so that you wouldn't leave. You'll be with me...You'll always come back to me, right?"

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