Chapter 611

"Sometimes I wonder whether there's something wrong with my eyes or my head."

Like Luke, Nancy had sharper instincts than ordinary people, but she couldn't see ghosts themselves unless they chose to appear. Without someone to guide them, people like that could easily become confused and lost.

Nancy was no exception.

Between adolescence, her mother's death, and her father's downward spiral, it was a wonder her world hadn't fallen apart. She was genuinely strong.

For the first time, Geralt found himself drawn to the blonde girl for something besides her delicate features and lovely figure.

Once Nancy got talking, she told him a great deal: how she longed to see the world beyond her town, to travel around and set foot in places she had never seen.

Nancy was rather... poetic.

Poetic...

That gave Geralt an idea.

Time to borrow someone else's words.

Here we go!

"The furthest distance in the world

Is not the distance between life and death,

But that I stand right before you

And you do not know I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

Is not that I stand right before you,

But that I love you beyond reason

And cannot say I love you.

The furthest distance in the world

Is not that I cannot say I love you,

But that missing you hurts to my very soul,

And I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The furthest distance in the world

Is not that I cannot say I miss you,

But that we love each other

And cannot be together.

The furthest distance in the world

Is not that we love each other

And cannot be together,

But that we know true love can overcome anything

And pretend we do not care."

Nancy promptly lost herself in the beautiful