Aurora's Diary

Paris, Wednesday, July 16, 2025.

Aurora: Those who closed to love, got burned into ashes like fireflies. Those who stayed away from love, wondered what love was.

She sent an invitation to the next lucky guest, expecting for each day's new love story.

Claire who was a 23-year-old girl, she was in a long-distance relationship with a boy. She was just a little girl, who happened to come across with a boy, in the age with longing for affection. He was just a little boy, who happened to come across with a girl, in the age with longing for affection.

She remembered the sweet hours before sunrise, when she slept like sleepy beauty, who couldn't awake, until the prince kissed her with love. She remembered the sweet hours before sunset, when she leaned on his arms under twilight with orange clouds. She remembered the sweet hours before midnight, when he soothed her to sleep with bedtime story and good night.

When they were faced with graduation, she began her educational career as a teacher in Paris, and he began his successful career as a presenter in Los Angeles. The boy promised that he would purchase a mansion at brink of the Seine, ride on a luxury car, and give her a wonderful wedding ceremony, when he came back to her with glories.

The season of freshness was gone with girlish freshness, the season of beauty fade was yet to come, the season of the cold was faraway, and now it's just the best season for hydrangea. Hydrangea blossomed outside window, alluring the crowds in St Louis, and she blossomed inside the boy's heart, giving the boy courage and power.

Hydrangea blossomed outside window, alluring the crowds in St Louis. She witnessed hydrangea blossomed three times. Each time hydrangea blossomed with fragrance, and brought up her longing for romance. Each time hydrangea faded with fallen petals, and dropped down the grounds with her longing for romance.

She came to her garden, dug a hole as tomb, and buried fallen hydrangea petals with her fading affection. She was always waiting for her boyfriend to come back to her, but only God knows how long should she waite for her boyfriend to come back to her, and how long could they survive the long distance.

When she came back to her bedroom, she glanced at the storybook at bedside table.

Each bedtime story was so familiar. It reminded her of her boyfriend, as if she returned to the better time, when he soothed her to sleep with bedtime story and good night. She turned on bedtime storybook, and discovered an invitation letter.

Claire: Come to Lethe Tea Restaurant, you could forget someone you couldn't forget.

To go or not to go, that's the question. The distance between them was always torturing her soul, and only God knows how long could she survive the torturing alone. She desired for having a reunion with her boyfriend, but the trouble was the sad truth that she shall not have a reunion with her boyfriend for a long time.

She followed the location in the invitation letter, walked along St Louis, and arrived the destination, Lethe Tea Restaurant.

Claire: Hello! Could you please tell me, why would I have this invitation letter in my favorite bedtime storybook?

Aurora: Just relax! It's just a kind of magic that made an object suddenly appear in any given place. I mean I'm a literal witch who sent this invitation letter to your hand through supernatural way.

Claire: Oh! Mage! Could you work your magic on me, and let me forget someone?

Aurora: Why don't you just try to sit down and drink a cup of tea?

Claire: Well then. What tea do you serve here?

Aurora: Lethe tea. I mean lethe tea is a general classification, it includes all kinds of tea that combine with lethe water. You could forget someone you couldn't forget, when you drank lethe tea, even if you just sipped a little bit of it. What do you want to drink?

Claire: Give a glass of lemon tea, please! How much?

Aurora: I would like to know if you had someone to forget, before I could offer you a glass of lemon tea. Do you have someone to forget?

Claire: Yes, I do. I want to forget my boyfriend. We were in a long-distance relationship, and there was a vast ocean that did us apart. Only God knows how long could we survive the long distance. The distance between was was always torturing my soul. Only God knows how long could I survive the torturing alone.

Aurora: Well then. I could offer you a glass of lemon tea, but the price is a tale of your love story. May you please tell me a tale of your love story?

Claire: Surely!

Aurora poured a glass of lethe water in the glass, added several enchanted lemon slices and some ice cubes, and gently shook the glass to balance the hue of lemon tea. She laid this glass of lemon tea at the table, listening to Claire's love story.

Claire: Five years ago, we happened to come across with each other, and in the age with longing for affection. Love was the confusion of the ordinary, it's the wonder of the wise, and it's the amazement of the God. When we fell in love, as if we fell in ocean, and everything was floating away to make space for each other. When we were faced with graduation, I began my educational career as a teacher in Paris, and he began his successful career as a presenter in Los Angeles. There was the Atlantic Ocean that did us apart. I was at east side of the ocean, and he was at the west side of the ocean.

Claire left Lethe Tea Restaurant with a strange relief. She would never shed tears for her boyfriend's sudden death, when her boyfriend was on the news. It's reported that the most brilliant presenter was involved in an accident, struck in the head by a fallen spotlight, that got him killed in his last stage in his promising age.