"When the first snow hits the ground- Your wish will come true" A little girl from a small, unknown village in Germany, a little boy from the huge city of Tokyo in Japan-- Their marriage was fixed before they were born.

They both were tied down to each when they were two. They are each other's prisoners. A prison they can't escape until death hits them-- They make a paradise of nothing. They have never met each other, they have never seen each other and live in two different worlds.

One is too rich, other is too poor. One is restless, other is calm. One is mature, the other is childish. One is sick, and the other is medicine.

As days pass, she falls for him just by thinking about him and he hates her more, just by thinking about himself. After 25 years, they meet.

He cheats on her, he hates her, he only makes her miserable, he wants her to disappear... Unless she finally does. They can't have each other.

"He has to die for her, for her to live for herself" 

They are wrapped up in someone else's webs and only the first snow can save them from this world where they don't belong. They fight, love, hate, break, they are hurting but they don't know why. All they know is that they are doing everything wrong-- Cause this marriage was never meant to be. But can Fate change when life and death collide and their hearts struggle to meet? Find out in this psychological thriller!

"Nobody cares unless you're beautiful... Or dead. Life is hard, it kills you afterall"

Life is the art of dying

My Heart Hates Me 

/"Just sit/" He picked up an oil bottle from the table. She sat on the chair and he squeezed the bottle of oil over her scalp.

She looked at their reflection as he massaged her head /"How is this? Am I doing it right?/" He asked.

/"Yes, almost/" She said /"But you don't really know how to do it—— I can do it myself——/"

/"Shut up/" Vivian laughed and closed her eyes with a smile 'Why are you doing this? You'll make me fall for you again, you idiot'

She sat quietly and felt his hands move through her hair.

/"So your hair is this pink— blonde since always?/" He asked /"Yes, I got it from my mom/"

/"Yeah, I've seen her. And your blue eyes?/"

/"They are from my dad./" She said /"But what about your eyes? None of your parents have blue—green eyes like yours./"

Kirito stopped the massage abruptly /"I got it from my grandpa./"

/"I see/" She said /"And also, you're Fili—/"

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