Love's Fallen Petal, Drifting In the Wind of Despair

My father left me billions in inheritance.

Yet, I was on the brink of death, and the person I loved no longer wanted me.

I had once accompanied him to Milan, walking with him as the plane trees shed their leaves onto the streets. But just when I loved him the most, he let go.

Later, I left resolutely, but he went mad with grief.

Now, a new business mogul held my hand tightly, a carefree smile on his face, and said, "Sorry, Rachel doesn't go back to the past, nor does she pick up discarded things."