“Are you all right, miss?”
His ink-black hair was simply pinned up with a single hairpin. He had slender brows, eyes that tilted slightly upward and held a faint smile, a high nose, and thin lips. Dressed all in white, he appeared before her so unexpectedly, etching himself into her heart.
They both knew they could never go back to the way things were. Each remembered the person in their own way.
Content to keep to a corner, until death do us part.
Theme:
The final ending is of course the best one.