She has lived for over a thousand years, seeing too much hypocrisy, exploitation, and suspicion.
Her heart had long since frozen over, until she met the junior who handed her a love letter.
He said, “I just want you to know that someone in this world sees you.”
Later, on a snowy day, they stood together beneath the falling snow, their heads covered in white.
She suddenly remembered a line: Snow settling on your head, as if your black hair had turned white.
He whispered, “May we grow old together.”
She couldn’t remember the promise they’d made a thousand years ago, but in that moment, she finally found the one she’d been waiting for.
Your moment is my century. My lifetime is but an instant to you. But so what?
