Irel:
"So, the first story — the artist and the dancer."
Irel:
"Ash is a quiet artist, living alone, in a life painted entirely in grey. Not bad, not good — just grey
Even as an artist, his world had never held color… until he met Izan."
He came across a place that felt almost otherworldly — a garden brimming with beautiful flowers, colors that seemed unreal
Step by step, he walked inside, and the beauty wrapped around him
He didn't know what he felt, but he only knows that it was something new
A beautiful warmth
Then he noticed a mansion,Magnificent and ethereal
He entered, and sunlight poured through tall glass windows on both sides, filling the grand hall with a soft glow
Above, a circular skylight revealed the sky itself
Ash thought he would return at night to paint it
That night, he did
The mansion under moonlight was hauntingly beautiful
Ash sighed, the cold night air brushing against him,
and stepped inside. His eyes, usually empty with light, reflected something entirely new
There, he saw him
Pure white, like a gem
The boy glowed under the moonlight, ethereal, almost untouchable
From above, the moonlight flowed over him as he danced, eyes closed
Ash took his canvas and began to draw
When the boy finished, he slowly opened his eyes
Ash's brush fell,He was too stunned to speak
Izan waved a hand gently
Ash:
"I… um… I am an artist. I'm sorry for drawing you without asking."
Izan remained silent, his gaze soft and unreadable
Izan:
"What made you draw me?"
Ash:
"I… I felt it. You looked like art."
Izan chuckled — softly
Ash flustered and looked away
Izan:
"Really?"
Ash:
"Yeah."
Izan:
"Can I see it?"
Ash turned the painting toward him
Izan's eyes widened
In the drawing, the world was grey… and he was the
_only color_
Izan:
"Why is everything else grey and not me?"
Ash:
"That's how I saw you."
Izan smiled softly
Izan:
"In my life, I've only had bright colors. No greys nor dark colours,Everything is softly beautiful. Draw me again — come tomorrow."
Ash:
"Really?"
Izan:
"Yes."
And so, over time, they fell in love. Someone who had never known bright colors found someone colorful And someone who lived only in brightness saw the beauty of shadows dark colours and grey
One day, after their love was confessed:
Izan:
"Ash, let's dance together."
Ash:
"But I don't know how to dance."
Izan offered his hand
Izan:
"Give me your hand."
Ash placed his hand in Izan's, Slowly, Izan taught him, and they began to move together,Eyes locked, hands held tighter
Love blossomed in silence and movement
Then war came,Ash was forced to fight — the soliders outnumbered, outmatched
Izan was always hidden, unseen, an erased figure
Only Ash ever knew him
The night before Ash left for war, they held each other tightly
Izan's head rested on Ash's chest, Ash leaned against the wall. Hands on each other, hearts beating, words whispered
Ash:
"I will come back. Then we'll run away… live our lives together."
Izan's eyes blurred,Tears fell
Ash:
"It breaks me to see you cry, Izan
I would rather die than see you cry."
Izan:
"Don't say that word."
"I hate it when you say it. The only word I hate to hear from you."
Ash hold izan's face
And kissed on Izan's forehead
Izan smiles softly
The next day, Ash left without looking back — he knew if he did, he could never leave. Izan fell to his knees:
Izan:
"I will wait, my love… please don't get hurt."
Ash's eyes blurred, He broke down silently
Ash:
"Izan…"
Years passed, Letters arrived,
Izan waited, holding each letter, barely surviving without Ash
Finally, after the war ended, everyone returned — but Ash did not. Panic consumed Izan
Izan panicked
He ran through the streets, searching, asking, desperate
But got no answer not from anyone
a soldier approached him
Soldier:
"You're Izan, right?"
Izan:
"Yes."
The soldier handed him a letter
The soldier's eyes were heavy with unsaid words
Soldier:
"I was close with Ash in the military… he only spoke about you. Every day, every night, he wrote to you. Thousand of letters—he didn't sleep, didn't eat properly… only for you. He wrote so much because even if he didn't survive, the letters would keep coming until the war ended. And when the war ended, he told me to give this… the last letter… to you."
The emptiness in the soldier's eyes deepened with every word
He walked away without another glance
Izan returned to the mansion, trembling,he opened the letter with trembling hands
Inside, Ash's words spilled across the page:
On it :
I'm sorry,
_my love_…
I don't think I can keep my promise
The war is merciless
The battle I go into in a few days… it's like suicide
But it's necessary—to ensure our side survives
If I don't go… your side will suffer
You are there… I cannot let it happen
_I love you so much_
I'm sorry for everything
There was ring on the cover of the letter
I wanted to marry you when I came back
Forgive me
Your
_ Ash_
Izan clutched the ring to his chest
His hands trembled more ,His lips quivered
His heart… shattered
It bled
He buried his face in the letters
Tears fell, soaking every page
Every heartbeat was a stab
Every memory a knife
Time lost all meaning
His voice trembled as he whispered one name, over and over, into the empty hall:
Ash
Ash
Ash
Ash
Ash
Ash
Izan remained there for days, reading each letter, living on each word
He wrote back in his heart, but he knew Ash would never reply
He put the ring on his finger, a promise he could no longer fulfill
And finally… sorrow consumed him
His body could no longer bear the weight of his broken heart —it haunted him
He fell among the letters, clutching the ring, memories flooding his mind—their dance,the warmth of his hands,Ash's chuckle
In that final, silent moment…
Izan's heart stopped
Irel stopped reading
The first story had come to an end
Yuri's eyes glistened with tears, Izan's eyes mirrored his emotion, quietly breaking
Aerith and Aerel looked down, avoiding the depth of what had been revealed
Lytheil and Aeris turned away, shoulders stiff, hiding what they felt
Tears fell from Ash's eyes. He clenched his chest, as if holding his heart together
Irel's voice broke the tension, teasingly light:
"My, my… it's just starting. Don't get depressed now Come—let's start acting the scene."
Lytheil POV
Him acting all tough, all composed. But the truth… he must have sobbed quietly while writing it himself
Irel POV
"I nearly died writing this story," Irel whispered to himself, a faint smile on his lips. "I… I gave everything I had to it."