Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 460 What You Can’t Save, You Will Love More Deeply

Fitran sat alone at the edge of the field, a remnant of an ancient pact site that had long vanished, surrounded by profound silence.

In her hand, a new glyph formed from the fragments of the Voidling she had embraced the night before. The glyph resembled a layered circle that spun slowly, each layer interlocking with one another in a symmetrical pattern. Rather than just a shape, the glyph radiated uncertainty and deep longing; under the soft moonlight, Fitran's long shadow seemed to represent the unquenchable yearning within her soul.

With a gentle pulse, the glyph moved smoothly and steadily, creating the illusion of gathering her entire emotional journey into one unbroken circle. It did not ask to be understood or read— it simply existed, like a wound that did not wish to be closed, only wanting to be acknowledged.

In her heart, it felt like hearing Rinoa's voice calling— a voice that always whispered hope and pain simultaneously, creating a deep symphony that lingered in her memory; as if it were an expression of love and loss that was eternally profound.

Glimpse: Rinoa

There was no shadow, only feeling— an emptiness that was profoundly deep.

And that was the most painful part. Because Rinoa... never truly had the chance to return. Amidst the swirling crowd around her, Fitran felt trapped in her own story, where every smile reminded her of all that was lost. Each sigh of her breath was filled with suppressed hope, trapped in a rhythm she could not stop.

"I can't even save you, not even in dreams," she said, her hoarse voice affirming how shattered the hope that remained in her heart was, as if each word was a fragment of a searching soul. "And it is precisely because of that... I love you deeper than anyone else."

"Because unfinished love... never truly dies." In the recesses of her heart, every sentence spoken felt like a sword slicing, wounding with a suffocating presence. The hope for that day faded, scattered in darkness; they were burdens that continued to haunt her, like shadows that never left.

Within the glyph depicted from her hand, a new geometric pattern grew: overlapping triangles, each angle depicting fragmented memories and feelings, striving to reunite into a whole— a visual representation that implied the longing and lack rooted in her soul. A broken spiral pattern.

With each pulse of the glyph, the memory of Rinoa's laughter pierced through the darkness, when the world felt brighter even though wrapped in a gray twilight; as if each layer in the glyph was an unspoken longing, calling her name in every sigh of the soul, reviving deep and painful emotions.

She did not speak. She stood far behind— waiting, not interrupting. In the suffocating silence, the remnants of hope slowly washed away, sinking into an ocean of unspoken pain and desire. As if time paused for a moment, giving space for the sorrow that burdened Fitran.

Because she knew:

"When someone drowns in loss, do not save them; give them time to absorb that pain."

"Listen to them breathe within it."

In the recesses of her heart, the flame of hope clashed with the shadow of loss, creating an unspoken painful feeling— like two sides of a coin that are opposing yet inseparable.

Just one sentence:

"I do not want to let them go."

"Because letting go does not mean forgetting; but... denying that they ever lived in my heart," her voice trembled, filled with a pulse of helplessness that gripped her. Each word spoken seemed like shards of her fragmented soul. She remembered the melodious laughter that once colored her days, the shadows that always appeared in her dreams, and the steps that accompanied every journey, forming a melody of life that was now fading.

From the ground, seven Voidlings emerged, forming a magnificent triangular formation, as if depicting her heart trapped between memory and dark reality. Her fingers longed for the warm touch that would never be again, and in the silence, she felt an overwhelming wave of sorrow, a silent song for the souls that had departed. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

They were no longer small wriggling forms.

Yet, within that circle, familiar faces surrounded her, whispering words that spoke in silence, conveying more than what was spoken; they were part of her memories that continued to live, tightly bound in deep love and painful loss.

One by one, they revealed themselves:

Sheena, who gave her name and held a gentle smile that could still warm her heart, reminding her of simple moments filled with happiness that now remained only as shadows in memory.

Rinoa, who glanced back once before disappearing into the fog of time, her gaze seemed to convey an eternal message not to forget, even as time cruelly marched on, unrelenting.

Iris, who could not be saved, her departure left a deep wound that etched the feeling of loss so sharply, as if the world around her collapsed into darkness and all colors faded to gray.

She, who remained steadfast in her place, her presence was a silent witness to all the sorrow and helplessness, reviving the question of what eternity meant in a severed relationship. Fitran's inner struggle with that being created an unsolvable complexity within her— a struggle between hope that continued to burn and the dark reality.

Herself, continuing to walk even though uncertain of where her steps would lead her.

Each step left a trace of loneliness, the sound of her shoes echoing in the smoldering silence. Hands that once felt warm now felt empty and hollow, as if each finger longed for the lost embrace of love in the void. In the midst of her emotional whirlpool, the last glyph that formed displayed only one word:

"Still Here."

Fitran stood, wearing tattered and disheveled clothing. The glyph that once existed was now gone from her skin, while the system did not recognize her.

Yet, the love within her remained whole. She felt her heartbeat pounding, like fierce waves crashing against cliffs, filled with loss and hope that would not fade. "I love them... not because I saved them."

"But because I could not."

"And that is the deepest love: Loving even when unable to keep, even when never possessing, even if only remaining as a pain that does not wish to be healed."

There was a small vibration within her. She recalled the cheerful moments when they laughed together, beautiful moments that now left only faint shadows in her mind. Each breath she took seemed to bring back memories, as if time was trying to repeat the wounds that had long been etched.

Before her, an ancient hexagonal glyph... suddenly came back to life with its own energy. Its sharp corners trembled, signaling the uncertainty of emotions that enveloped her heart. Not because of a spell, but because of the impact of memories and unspoken feelings.

In that moment, Fitran felt as if she became the glyph— trapped in a whirlpool of deep and touching feelings, shaped by loss, yet still radiating a light of hope that would not fade, like a star that continues to shine in the darkness of night.

What cannot be saved... does not disappear. They remain within us,

Not as shadows,

But in every heartbeat, there is an echo of their voices, calling her not to give up, to continue loving even when the world seems to resist— the power of love that can overcome all of life's obstacles, like a blazing fire even when surrounded by wind and rain.