He lived for more than a hundred years.
Trapped behind glass, watching me die from life to life and reappear with new memories - forgetting him, falling in love with someone else again, and dying again.
In the thirteenth life, he finally found a way to separate a part of his soul and go "outside" to accompany me.
That split soul thought it was the complete him. I thought he was the one who killed me six times. I thought it was him who fell in love with me.
But the real him can only watch us hugging, kissing and fighting side by side through the glass.
He never touched me once.
Until I killed the split soul with my own hands, until the glass shattered, until he stood in front of me and stretched out his hand tremblingly——
"Can I?"
He asked.
After waiting for a hundred years, he finally dared to ask me this question.
