On the ongoing train, I looked out of the window.

The scenery slowly moves. Brownish. The autumn, like me, is silently going away.

I'm leaving Balgia behind.

Holding a stalk of red rose on my hand, I smelled it, then habitually twirling it while my gaze is still fixed out of the window.

The flashback of what had happened on the castle comes back.

The lovely, tough princess.

The beauty.

The elegance.

The lost look.

Hah.. the sigh is the only thing I could do to cherish the moment. As my work really deviates from what I've been feeling.

I'm not the what it is seems.

And that palace guard in red seems to know it.

I take out a picture from my jacket and looked at it. The interior picture of my room at that inn. The long chair, the fireplace, and not forgetting a wild pigeon that loyally came asking to be fed during my stay.

Hope he find my letters, and deliver it to the right hand.

Of why I don't deliver it myself, as I had successfully infiltrate the intended area before, of course I don't wanna had the risk of getting caught. Especially when the red guard had taken an interest in my presence. I know I've been standing at a balcony, but THAT balcony, is perfectly hidden from ANY concerned view. I'm still baffled on how he'd seen me. I've studied and did everything thoroughly..?

Ah, it may have been a sign. A sign that I need to get off this quickly.

But what if my letters are found by someone else?

Then it's risk of gain or lose then. The ones who found it maybe found it strange, 'Who's this lovestruck fool that hides the letters all over the place like this,' It is I am, at the moment.

I sighed again. The red rose and the picture went into my jacket's pocket. Then I took out my journal. Opening it, there's a picture of another beautiful moments during my stay at this beautiful country.

Look at it. Nice isn't?

*A gust of wind suddenly blows on the pages of the journal, and there's a peek of another picture hidden. It closely looks like the one below. *

*2nd OST :