No one knew how much time had passed.
Until the two of them, hand in hand, walked out of the dense forest and water pool, and sat by the lakeside where the Mecha was parked, snuggling in Fatty's arms, Milan's pretty face was still flushed with a captivating blush.
She lazily held Fatty's left hand, counting his five fingers foolishly. Counting back and forth, finding endless joy in the repetition. It seemed like a game full of flavor. Whenever Fatty's right hand mischievously wandered over her, she'd lightly bite her lip, her eyes sparkling like stars, casting a shy and enchanting glow that seemed almost liquid.
"Fatty..." Milan's voice was devoid of strength: "If only we could stop the war now, how wonderful it would be to live here forever."
"Yeah!" Fatty's voice was even weaker than Milan's, like a candle burning low on its remaining wick.
