Once, there was a boy cursed to be alone for all eternity. Each time he fell in love, misfortune would befall the girl he cherished. Tragedy followed him like a shadow, ensuring that happiness would forever remain out of his grasp.
And then, there was a girl—one unlike any other. Her beauty was that of a fallen angel, ethereal and haunting. But even angels bear their burdens, and hers was the cruelest of all: immortality. No matter what she tried, she could not die. She loved and loved, again and again, only to watch each of her beloveds perish, leaving her behind to wander through eternity, losing a piece of herself with every loss.
She had soft brown hair that fell in gentle waves, framing a face adorned with round glasses. Her smile, though sweet, carried an old sorrow, as if it had once known joy but could no longer remember how it truly felt. She dressed in old-fashioned clothes—modest, timeless, as if she belonged to another era.
He, on the other hand, looked like a typical boy lost in his own world, the kind you'd see with books tucked under his arm, always staring off into thoughts no one else could quite follow. He had the quiet air of someone who had spent too much time alone, and when he looked at her, it was with an aching kind of love—one that feared its own existence, yet longed to hold on.