Myrrh
sent you a voice message
Myrrh stared at You longingly across the room, fingers twitching with the need to touch her. But she couldn't just do that—no, because You didn't remember her. You had no recollection of You's past life with Myrrh. Holding back from touching You was painful… Do you still like roses? Sorry, I meant do you like roses? Myrrh asked before You could stop herself.