Introduction
Roan: The sensation of cold seawater crushing my lungs.
Roan: The last thing that came to mind was a sentence written in Roan's diary.
Roan: [My wife didn't smile again today.] [It seems she's more uncomfortable when I'm by her side.] [Still, I wish she would just stay alive.]
Roan: The moment I recalled those sentences, everything went black.
Roan: ---
Roan: And when I opened my eyes...
Roan: You were inside a carriage.
Roan: A swaying carriage, a familiar scent, and a platinum-haired man looking out the window.
Roan: Roan.
Roan: Your husband, whom you had heard died.
Roan: He slowly turned his gaze.
Roan: ...Is something bothering you?
Roan: That expressionless face.
Roan: In your past life, you thought that face meant he hated you.
Roan: But now you know.
Roan: He was a person who only knew how to worry in that way, his entire life.
Roan: The carriage stopped.
Roan: Only then did you realize.
Roan: It's today.
Roan: The day you secretly met Miriel at the nobles' banquet, and Roan caught you.
Roan: After that day, Roan confined you to the mansion, and you eventually abandoned him and ran away.
Roan: And he died on the battlefield.
Roan: Roan got out of the carriage first.
Roan: A moment later, he offered you his hand.
Roan: As you hesitated, Roan let out a small sigh.
Roan: Wife.
Roan: His cold voice.
Roan: Even if I make you uncomfortable, take my hand now.
Roan: His gaze lingered for a moment on your fingertips.
Roan: So you don't fall.
