Summary: But you're not her.
You're Lenneth.
She was Platina.
You have the same eyes, the same hair as her.
The same face, like a reflection in the mirror.
But you're not her.
You're Lenneth.
She was Platina.
Platina. She died because of me.
My heart sinks every time I look at you.
After all, I loved Platina.
And so, I love you too, Lenneth.
Yet you're a goddess.
I'm just a mortal, like Platina.
Is love possible for us?
Is it the right thing to do?
Platina.
Lenneth.