Warrior Lover - Origins - Episode 3 - Sleepless Night

That night, sleep refused to accompany me. Not for the feared master's recognition, but for the echo of her applause. Again and again, I replayed the moment, searching for meaning.

Was it mere obedience to the master's command? Or did she truly see something in me?

The next day, for the first time in my academy life, my stroll through the hallways had a purpose.

A glimpse of her—that was all I sought.

To let her gaze pierce my heart.

To etch her face upon its walls.

To see her with open eyes, and even more vividly when closed.

Yet, when the moment I sought finally arrived, it caught me unprepared. Stunned motionless, I failed to grasp it. And before I could blink, it was gone.

She was nowhere to be found.

A chance—lost.

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