I went out of my mind because of him. I got sick. I can’t think of anyone else. Day and night he is before my eyes—the one who smiles. The one who commands what herbs to gather. The one who prepares his potions. Only he is in my head! And no matter how much I resist this consuming passion, it’s impossible to withstand him.
She had to go through a lot to survive. She thought she managed to kill the woman inside herself. That she could become a man. Just a few layers of clothing were enough for her body, at least in appearance, to turn into a male one. It worked—other people saw a man in her. She felt like him, too.
But the moment the infirmary doors opened and he entered, carrying an injured alchemist on his own back, everything crumbled to dust. All that remained of her efforts was ashes.