Leon closed his eyes.
His spirit melded with his soul, discovering the small shadow curled up in the corner.
Snow-white hair draped over her shoulders.
Her petite body hugged her knees.
Her shoulders shook from sobbing.
Just like eight thousand years ago when he brought this lonely girl home, Leon gently held her in his embrace.
This burden is not yours to bear, it's time to let it go...
...
"...Le...on?"
The tentative voice recalled Leon's consciousness, opening his eyes.
Savoring the warmth and tenderness blooming in his heart, he looked towards Olivia, who was looking bewildered in the audience.
"Is...it you?...Leon?"
"?" Leon raised an eyebrow, amused by the girl's confused expression.
"Who else could it be but me? Why are you questioning it?"
After speaking, Leon realized and raised his hand to touch his overgrown bangs and the long hair that reached his waist.
He gently snapped his fingers.
