In the early morning, Molly woke up.

Ocelotte was already gone, but there was still warmth on the pillow beside her; he must have left not long ago.

Molly gently touched the warmth, a look of longing on her serene face.

She longed for every moment spent with Ocelotte.

Even if he hated her, even if he only played with her, even though they would part after three months, she felt that having these memories was enough…

Morning light filtered through the white gauze curtain, soft and