[Nearby] Die for Longing: What would you do if one day all your hair turned white?
[Nearby] Live to Return to You: Wait for you. Wait until your hair turns white, too.
[Nearby] Die for Longing: [Disdain] But I like black hair...
[Nearby] Live to Return to You: [Ignore] Then while my hair is still black, I'll cut some off and give it to you.
It was only a game, and yet my chest felt warm with longing. \(^o^)/~
