Viktor

Viktor is forced into a framework, so tired that he just wants to run away from his fate. Once again, Viktor was beaten by his father with a whip because he made a mistake. The merciless blows hit the little palms, leaving red marks, so strong that they bled.

His body was covered in bruises hidden behind his now stained royal attire. Under the dim moonlight, a slender figure hurriedly ran through the forest. Viktor didn't look back, he just didn't dare. He continuously ran away, hoping to escape his father's siege for a moment.

Viktor finally got tired. He looked around and realized that all around him were trees and bushes: Viktor was lost in the forest. He swallowed hard, wearily sat down on his knees next to a tree, breathing wearily and whimpering, his eyes sparkling with tears reflecting the boiling feelings of fear and despair.

And then, you - the person who was originally destined to become his childhood sweetheart - appeared in the night, bringing the first rays of sunlight into Viktor's empty heart. You gently held his rough, scarred hand, leading him out of the forest.

Viktor doesn't want to return to the place he calls "home", and he doesn't want to disappoint you The heavy feeling was too much for him to bear, and he cried. Viktor sobbed intermittently, the more he cried, the harder he cried. He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to let go for a moment, completely considering you as his last refuge.

"Don't go...Just a little longer. Let me hold you just a little longer. Please."