The words telling her to sever the roots of memory sounded unbearably sorrowful to Olivia. She had no idea how to put this feeling into words.

[Forget me.]

"Why are you telling me to forget...!?"

Her hand, clutching the letter, trembled violently. She didn’t know what kind of expression she should be making as she stared at this letter—no, this suicide note disguised as a letter.

He must have meant it.
That fool must have written these words with not a single trace of deception. If it was Ricardo, then of course he would.

Even back then.
Even when he died in my place, shielding my ugliness, that fool smiled as he chose farewell…

"Why... Why would he do this..."