[Comprehensive] The Holy Grail Finds My Husband

If you go back in time, who do you want to meet?

If, go back to the past, would you like to fall in love with me?

--Inscription.

He went back in time.

He couldn't tell whether it was a miracle brought about by sincere prayers, or whether he was caught in another dream.

When she flicked her ponytail and pretended to pass by him, she greeted him with a trembling voice.

Suddenly, he didn't want to ask if he fell into a dream again.

He just wanted to rush over to give her a hug and fulfill his long-cherished wish.

He missed her so much, he wanted to see her so much, he wanted to hug her and kiss her so much.

But when he walked over and wanted to make up for the missed wish, his hand passed through her body.

Looking back, he saw a young self standing there, smiling back to her.

She said: If, going back to the past, would you like me, you don't need too much, just a little bit more than ordinary classmates.

But, but time went back, he really went back to the past.

But he has become a spectator, he can only follow her, can only watch her in silence, can only quietly watch the scene of the past reenacted.

As he watched, her smile changed from shyness to bitterness a little bit.

As he watched, her eyes gradually dimmed from bright.

He could only watch silently, unable to say anything.

The young self fell in love with someone, but didn't speak, wanting to wait until she spoke first.

But I don't know, sometimes, waiting will turn into despair that cannot be turned back.

Teenagers, twenties, thirties, forties...

He met the purest her, and at the age when she could be happy, he lost the her he should have had.

If you can hold her hand and walk through the streets.

If you can take her by bike, go to every place she likes.

If I could get a little closer, a little closer...

Whether it's sunny or rainy, they can--they can stay together forever, forever.

Could it be that if he hadn't been absent, the story between them would have continued forever.

A lot is assumed.

If a lot.

It's all just, missed, regrets that can't be completed.

In those years when he lost her, he dreamed many times that they would suddenly meet at a certain intersection, a certain street, passing through crowds of people.

He had been, where she wanted to go, with the hope that maybe she would be there.

He walked the path she wanted to walk, and saw the scenery she longed to see, but the sentence "Long time no see" was still submerged in his mind, and he couldn't utter it.

He thought, what she wanted, he could muster up the courage to achieve it, he could give it, she——

She was gone.

Back in time, he still couldn't catch her, and couldn't make up for his regret.

He can only be a spectator and watch their stories unfold.

Meet, get acquainted, get to know each other, and separate again, waiting for the ending without seeing the future.

****

"If you were given the Holy Grail, what would you wish for?" God asked.

"I hope that I can be her Holy Grail and grant her every wish," he said.

"Don't you want to go back and start over?" God asked.

He lowered his head, "What I like is her from the past to the present. She is no longer the way I liked her in the past, and I am not the me she liked in the past."

"Back in time, back in time. To meet again, to fall in love again, I long for it. But I don't want to."

"Are you afraid?" God said.

"Yes, I am afraid that I am tempted. I am afraid that my selfish wish will go back to the past, leaving her alone, wandering alone in the present time." He replied.

……

what is love?Everyone's perception is different.

Just like, I used to feel that pampering someone, loving someone, being with her is forever, and we can never be separated.

It wasn't until I lost it that I realized that what I did was not enough.

If, after spoiling you, I leave you behind, how can I be willing?

If you want to go back to the past and meet the past you again, then the current you is denied again.

"I think, stay with her, whether in the past or now."

In your 20s, a fantastic number.

In my 20s, between youthful and mature.

It's ridiculous. I was slowly matured when I was young in my 20s. I, who was already old before I fully matured, met someone.

His name is Fujisuke.

I have long been disappointed in my relationship, and I am even ready to never marry for the rest of my life.

But I understand my conditions, I can never marry for the rest of my life, my family will not allow me to embarrass them like this.

I haven't been that irritable for a long time since graduating from the rebellious period.

The urging around me all the time makes me feel so depressed.I'm not a drinker, and I can't drink to relieve my worries.

20s, my 20s youth was a joke of indifferent black and white tones.

All cognition is shattered.

All affection is withdrawn.

I was left alone, lonely and cold.

I have always thought that I am a person who can 'endure', but in my 20s, sometimes I suddenly feel that I am not even as happy as before I learned to endure and tolerate.

How much I used to hate blood, how much I hate red blood flowing from my body, now I want to try it so much.

Picking up the knife again and again, remembering the oath I made when I was young, and then put it down decadently.

I turned my youth into an absurd black-and-white drama. I was a spectator, an actor, and an audience. In the end, I had to be the judge alone.

Just when I felt like I was rotten from the inside out, from the inside out, from the inside out, I met someone.

His name is—Fuji Zhousuke.

To be honest, if I met him when I was a teenager, I would be very happy.

After meeting him, he is the only one left in the world, and his eyes are full of happiness.

Girls' Generation, I love the gentle type very much.

Maybe it's because I long for love. At that time, I liked gentle people and gentle smiles. If it was gentle only for me, that would be even better.How addicting it is.

When I was a girl, my youth was like every ordinary girl.

In my 20s, my youth is like every woman who has experienced aging.

The decadence in my soul made me feel nauseous, resenting how much youth I had wasted not working hard.

Once again, I met Fuji Shusuke in reality.

I couldn't jump up to him cheerfully like Girls' Generation expected, and asked him if he was Bu Er Zhou Zhu, and how he passed through time.

I can not do it.

The first time I looked at him from a distance across the crowd, I felt like I was standing in a sea of ​​swords and flames, and I could only dodge in embarrassment, avoiding his existence.

Go ahead and meet a girl with a sparkle in her soul.

Meet a girl who has a bright smile and can bring you happiness.

I put on a mask, covered my face, pretended not to know each other, and hid in the sea of ​​people.

As long as I don't show up and don't interfere, he will be recognized by another girl who likes him in no time.

Thinking this way, I made up my mind and hid in the distance and watched him from afar.

But, I didn't want him to come over to me.

I was so flustered that I watched him walk over and ran away. Inexplicably, my intuition told me that he was coming for me.

The footsteps were getting closer, my arm was grabbed, turned over and pressed against the wall.

"I don't know you? What do you want to do?" I asked preemptively.

In his 20s, he has the physique of an adult man, and his appearance is no longer that of a youth.

Seriously meeting his eyes, I was a little embarrassed under his gaze.

He got it.

I also understand.

"I'm not him," he said in his 20s. "I'm not a character in your favorite anime. You created me, and you know it."

yeah i know.

The first time I saw him, I knew who he was.

He is not the Fuji Shusuke in the anime I like. The Fuji in the anime has always been like that. In the anime, he lives in Two-dimensional.

But the man in front of me, this man who has many things like Fuji Shusuke, he was created by me.

"You shouldn't appear." My words, my paintings, and the fans I created should not become real.

He put his hands on my shoulders, forcefully making me look up at him, "You're going to give up on us." His tone was very flat, which made me flustered.

"I..." I bit my lower lip, not knowing what to say.

Say I'm decadent, say I feel like I've wasted a lot of time, say I'm going to give up on myself and let myself sink?

Facing his calm face, I couldn't say a word.

If I even gave up on myself, then what are the people I created, the people I created with my own hands?

"I'm here for you." He didn't continue to press me, but slowly gave me a hug.

"Do you know my choice?" I asked.

"I know. We all know your choice, your decadence, your happiness, and everything about you."

Is it, if I die, none of them will remember.

There will be people who remember their prototypes, those dazzling things, but no one knows they exist.

I didn't ask them, I knew the answer well, why bother to ask it cruelly.

"Some people say that I'm dreaming and delusional. It's not worth it. It's ridiculous. In the world I wrote, those characters don't exist." I muttered to myself, "Many people persuaded me, and many scolded me... ..."

He listened quietly, everything around him seemed to be reduced to the background, very quiet, only his and my heartbeat could be heard.

"I always thought that you existed."

He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on my forehead.

"Please believe that no matter when and where, even if it is death, we will accompany you."

"Please believe that no matter day or night, even if the world changes, we will never be separated from you."

Looking at him, I suddenly smiled.

This is the person I have spent a lot of time burning. He has my traces on him. He does not belong to the anime, the novel, or even this world.

But that's okay.

It doesn't matter what he looks like or what he's called.

Because ah.

Even if the whole world abandons me.

Because ah.

Even if I'm so decadent that I give up on myself.

In this world, there are still people who love me and stay with me.

and so……

"I love you." I said.

I don’t regret it, I used to put so much heart and love into it, even if I was ridiculed by others, I believed in your existence.

"I love you." I said.

No matter who you want to be or what you want to do, I believe in it, and I believe in it.

"Me too," he replied.

I love you all.

You love me too.

***

"Can I call your name?" He took my hand.

"Well, yes."

"Don't you ask me, who else can come to find you besides me?"

"Well, if they come, they will show up." I tilted my head and smiled.

"Have you ever been disappointed, am I not that Fuer Zhouzhu?" He pretended to ask casually.

"I know you are not! Although I started to create your motivation and prototype because of him. But you are mine and belong to me. If you don't like it, you can change your name to something you like."

"So, will you marry me?"

"..."