middle.The water was up to her waist, and the hem of the skirt floated uncomfortably, swaying slowly.

"What should I do?" she asked.

Only echo answers.

She stood quietly for a while, until the coolness of the night made her sneeze.After a while, there was still no movement. Alice, who was already shivering with cold, pouted and walked back angrily.Really stupid, in the middle of the night, running to soak in the water.Let's hope Emilia isn't thirsty or has a night rush, and she's still trying to get this body dry...

Ripples swayed in circles.

"Who?"

No one responded.

But her heart twitched, and for some reason, she thought of Claude.When they met for the first time, the boy hugged her and cried, and the unresolved despair made her panic.She couldn't leave him alone.There is just no way.It was as if he was an integral part of her life, perhaps more important than herself.

Alice returned to the center again.This time, she held her breath, closed her eyes, sank into the bone-cold water, and prayed silently.She thought of the boy's sea-blue eyes and pale golden hair as submissive as a bird's feather, being twirled and flicked between her fingers.There are also the few words he occasionally revealed, those troubles, struggles and hopes, his sleeping face under the sun is so peaceful and beautiful.

His fingertips seemed to touch something.

Alice suddenly surfaced, panting heavily, eyes wide open in disbelief.

The boy's head was resting on her shoulder, his eyes were lifelessly closed, his wet blond hair was hanging limply, and drops of water dripped down.Alice tentatively and cautiously hugged him, frightened by the cold body temperature and slow heartbeat, and hurriedly led him to the shore.

Ah... how do I explain it to my mother...

[1] Embers Without Fire, from Dark Souls

[2] The final boss of BC

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