Back from Abandonment

People attached many epithets to the hero who appeared like a comet, Noah Goldmund. The hero who saved the nation, the kingdom’s first S-class esper, a man with eyes as soft as melted gold and a gentle voice, a pure-hearted lover who risks death to meet his beloved once more, unable to forget the one he loved… The epithet I gave him was this: The bastard who dared to abandon me after I cared for and cherished him, the only gamble I ever lost, the reason my life went to hell. The coward who tucked his tail and ran, afraid of the trials and hardships he’d face with me. “Don’t apologize. I’m not curious.” The trust I once offered was betrayed, and the love I poured out left only aftereffec...