The diary clung to my side as I strolled along the center of the road with no goal in mind, feeling foolish and as if I had no choice but to take what Remon could provide me, despite the agony of waiting for something I wanted him to give me. as it pertains to me.

What is the point of hoping if I understand why I was in this circumstance from the beginning?

"It's only a fool, Yhra," I said in hushed tones as the light rain and wind began to fall, making me realize how chilly it would be every night if Remon weren't there to keep me company....