cter. At nineteen, she was known for her stubbornness, kindness, and unwavering obedience to h
house as she helped her mother in the kitchen. By seven, she was out the door, her backpack slung over her shoulder, maki
ark on her way home. The cool breeze and rustling leaves provided a welcome respite from her hectic day. The sky was painted in hues of orange
d on meeting her parents' expectations that she rarely allowed herself to dream. What did she truly want? The
eemed lost in thought, her eyes fixed on something distant and unseen. Arima
are you alright?"
itude and sorrow. "Oh, my dear, you are too kind. I have be
o the city to visit her daughter, but they had an argument, and she left in a hur
rmly. "Let's find a place wher
's story unfolded. She spoke of her daughter, her life, and the regrets that had weighed her do
Arima said. "Family can be difficult somet
nshed tears. "You are wise beyond your years
ght, and her voice took on a melodic tone. "Arima, your kindness has not gone unnoticed. I am more than just an
surprise. "A gu
ll come with a great misfortune. To avert this misfortune, you must never confess your love. On the day you do, your lover's fate wi
on't want any rewards.
fates demand a choice. If you do not choose, they will
e. True love sounded like a fairy tale, but at what cost? Could she live with herself if her love brought misfortune to someone s
or her, and the life she had envisioned. Was
t is better to have loved and lost than never to h
he raised her hands, and a soft light enveloped Arima. "May you find true love, but
, but as she made her way home, the encounter began to feel like a distant dream. By the time she reac
shape her future in ways she could not yet comprehend. But for now, as she lay in bed, exhaustion overtaking her, the memory of
ess to the beginning of a journey filled with love, sacrifice, and the haunting specter of a curse. And so, the wheels