Himmel’s diary had been filled with simple, heartfelt entries about his everyday life with his friends, laughter, the quiet nights by the campfire, the countless memories they built together while adventuring. Not a single dull moment existed in those pages. But woven between every line was something deeper when he wrote about Frieren. His love for his friends was vast and genuine, yet his love for her was different... quieter, more personal, and achingly special. Himmel had seen eternity in the eyes of an elf who barely understood human time… and he had loved her anyway, with all the warmth and patience a mortal heart could offer. And she, in her own quiet, timeless way, had come to understand what that love truly meant, only now, when it was too late to tell him. Alright I'm crying again.
