Before I died, I was dismantled into a puddle of useless white water, but God absurdly placed me in the Immortal Class.
I died in the "tomorrow" of expectation while she indulged in the "yesterday" of betrayal and has survived to this day.
The most painful thing is not death, but that she broke the bone flute I gave her with her own hands, the only connection between us.
I thought everything was over until she reappeared later.
Intention: Only after walking the road you should go can you return to the person you should go back to.
