Darling ghost, there is life in a book. Crafted messily or tenderly, one cannot deny their breath. One who cannot stretch arms to embrace love, might not be able to give life. But I... I still wish to give life. Life where meadow smell like dew and skies are painted with fairies. In the name of fantasy, I pray for your success, and linger in my daydream. Let the chain turn into flower. Let me take one more step. Ask me not to keep your promise. I have already broken my own promise into thousand coloured pieces.
Your promise breaker.