EILAF sat quietly, her eyes wandering around the room, absorbing every detail as if she wanted to imprint it in her memory. I was beside her, pointing to a drawing hanging on the wall. I smiled and said, "Do you see this drawing? This was how I imagined you."
She looked at it closely, a small smile forming on her lips, but I could see the weight in her eyes—a heaviness that she couldn’t fully hide. I felt it too. Taking her hand gently, I said, "Come with me."
I led her to the desk, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out an instant noodle pack. Her eyes lit up with surprise, and then she burst into laughter—a pure, childlike laugh, full of innocence and joy.
"It's not just one pack," I said, grinning. "It's two! No, wait, three! No, four!"
She couldn’t contain herself. She threw herself into my arms, holding me tightly. With a voice full of warmth, she whispered, "And me? How many EILAFs do you have?"
I chuckled softly and replied, "I have no one but you. You are my everything."
She looked up at me with her bright, glistening eyes and said, "And I have no one but you… You are my strength."
I pointed to the figure slumped over the desk—the sleeping version of me. "Look at him," I said, "how tired and broken he looks. But no matter how weak or exhausted he is, he wants you. He wants you more than anything, no matter the cost."
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EILAF looked at me again, her smile unwavering. No more words were needed. There was only the unspoken bond between us—a connection deeper than anything else, stronger than any darkness.
I sat before her, gazing at her unmatched beauty, speaking to her like a wanderer who had finally found his princess after a long, arduous journey. She looked at me with a serene smile, like a flower yearning to bloom under the warmth of the sun. I began to tell her everything that had happened to me, from the very beginning until this moment—sharing all my pain and hope. She listened intently, as though she were catching each word with her soul.
We sat together on one of the couches, and I watched as her eyes drifted toward the guitar lying nearby. Raising an eyebrow, I asked with a playful smile, "What's up with the guitar?"
She turned to me and laughed, saying, "You silly, don’t you remember the song you used to sing for me?"
I chuckled softly and replied, "Ah... the one on Rapunzel’s tune, right?"
She nodded eagerly, then picked up the guitar and moved closer to me, laughing like a little child whose face glowed with joy and warmth. Pressing against me, she held the guitar in her hands, her eyes filled with anticipation and delight, silently asking me to revive the memories we once shared.
I held the guitar, strumming gently, and began to sing softly:
"Oh flower of light... EILAF, come with me
Oh flower of light... oh light of my heart
With you, life… grants me my strength."
She listened with childlike excitement, clapping enthusiastically, her smile illuminating the room as if the entire world reflected her joy.
Smiling as I watched her, I continued in a gentler tone, my gaze full of adoration:
"I call you always… O secret of peace."
She giggled shyly, covering her face with her hands as her cheeks flushed, but her sparkling eyes betrayed her happiness.
I carried on with a deeper tune, pouring my emotions into every word:
"Oh flower of light... oh truest harmony
I was lost in the mazes of the paths
Until you came and changed all hearts
Your voice sings the melody of fascination
And revives the soul in every season
Oh light of my life, oh beam of the sky
With you, life is hope and delight
No matter how dark the road may seem
You are the light, oh EILAF."
As I sang the final lines, her eyes began to close, half-lidded, as if sleep was gently pulling her into its embrace. Her smile remained etched on her lips, and she rested in my arms, her expression so peaceful, as though she were an angel who had just descended from heaven. The guitar echoed its last note, sealing the moment of love that united us forever.