She couldn't stop thinking about him.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

Whenever he came up in her thoughts at night while she was trying to sleep, she'd turn and face the other wall and try to forget what happened.

But it never worked.

She didn't want to remember the incident. She didn't want to feel the pain of missing him.

But the pain kept returning, harsh as ever.

It bore down on her shoulders, and was crushing her.

Before she broke.

That night, while she was face down, crying into her pillow, she decided.

No matter what the hardships, no matter how long it would last, no matter who she would have to leave behind, she would go.

And she would make sure the Heroes of Truth and Ideals would see each other once more.

Make sure that she would see him once more.