{Break x Sharon} - {Spoilers Retrace 92} - "As she walked, slow and determined, she looked like a somnambulist. The light of the moon caressed her cheeks and, by dint of her head which tilted from time to time, it seemed as if the celestial body itself was whispering her what to do. But then - she thought - she did not need the advice of the moon..."

"Love. Was that its taste, its sound? Was that the way it took possession of the solitary soul of an old knight, accustomed to woods and scars, and blades and pain?" {(Reim x) Break x Sharon}

You would have died, I knew it. But it would have happened tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

These were the words he would have spoken, but a cruel coughing imposed him silence: a baleful presage of death...

Una storia a tre voci, su tre destini incrociati. "Sei stato il mio primo amico, Xerx. Anche se all'inizio ero solo io a considerarti tale. Poi, una sera, al mio stanco e solito invito a bere una camomilla prima di dormire, hai risposto di sì. (...) E ora? Avrò occasione per dirti tutto prima che le cose cambino?"

If you had only one chance to change your destiny, would you take it? Break's Christmas carol.

A story in 55 words.