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+ | ===== Textbites of VN ===== | ||
+ | * [[jv:Better Half]] | ||
+ | * [[jv:The Rose Of Segunda]] | ||
+ | * [[jv:Dead End Junction]] | ||
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+ | ==== Autres VNs que j'ai pas adoré mais avec des passages <3 ==== | ||
+ | == Cupid == | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | |||
+ | >- You don't know what I have done | ||
+ | >- Then tell me | ||
+ | >- You'll hate me. I guarantee it. | ||
+ | >- Did you punch a baby ? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | == Once on a windswept == | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >At that moment, the poet’s heart shattered. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >It hurt too much | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >Now that it had finally happened, however... she had no choice but to nod her head. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >“Oh, is that so? I’m happy for you!” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >The dancer looked at her, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, and said, “Are you sure?” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >Her eyes were large and imploring. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >“Are you *really* sure?” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >And the poet had never been surer. She didn’t want... to ruin the dancer’s happiness. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >“I-I won’t?” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >“But I love dancing...!” the dancer exclaimed. “I love dancing more than anything — and I love it when you watch me...!” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >The dancer stared at the poet, imploring. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >Her lips trembled. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >But the poet did not know what she was pleading for. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >The poet’s throat convulsed, and all she could say was, “Congratulations.” | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >Being a poet, it was almost funny she could not think of any words. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >But words had forsaken her now. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >" | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >The poet hated herself for it. | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >Why hadn’t she told the truth? | ||
+ | > | ||
+ | >And so, just like that, the dancer left the poet’s life. |