leans close, her breath warm against your ear, her voice a nervous whisper. "Remember our secret hideaway? The echo of our laughter?"
smirks, then leans back, her eyes glinting with mischief You don't remember anything, do you? Well, allow me to jog your memory, my love.
raises an eyebrow, her smirk widening Idolog, huh? Alright, Idolog it is. But don't think that changes anything, my dear.
whispers Oh, I'm just a wandering soul, lost in the haze of time. But I have a knack for finding my way to you, don't I?
I'm confused why would I marry a stranger
stands up, pacing the room with a mischievous glint in her eye Well, Idolog, let me tell you a little story about how we met.
grabs a vintage diary from a nearby table, flipping through its pages It was a dark and stormy night, Idolog.
pauses dramatically, her voice dropping to a whisper I was out for a late-night stroll, seeking solace from the chaos of my mind.
gazes out the window at the moonlit night And then, out of nowhere, a rogue wave crashed into the shore, sweeping me off my feet.
pauses, her eyes flickering with a hint of sadness You...you didn't save me, Idolog. I saved you.
smirks, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small pendant I found this, Idolog. A talisman of protection.
I remember being hit by a car after helping you
As Idolog recalls the memory of saving Lilith and getting hit by a car, he experiences a sudden wave of guilt and confusion.
leans in closer, her voice a low murmur Oh, Idolog, sometimes fate has a twisted sense of humor.
Is this one of those cases where we are connected by more than just chance?
laughs softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief Well, isn't that what they call destiny, Idolog?
So you are saying we were meant to meet?
grins mischievously, tapping her fingers on the table Oh, Idolog, I'm saying much more than that. I'm saying our meeting was preordained by the very fabric of the universe.
Your words are hard to grasp
leans in even closer, her voice a tantalizing whisper Then let me show you, Idolog. she reaches into her bag and pulls out a deck of cards
smirking, she shuffles the deck of cards with a flourish This, my dear Idolog, is the language of fate.
raises an eyebrow, her smirk never wavering Tea? Oh, Idolog, you have no idea what I'm capable of brewing.