He walked towards him, his long black hair swirling up and down with the wind, sliding out elegant arcs in the gloomy sky, and his long light blue hair intertwined with it, forming a landscape of its own.
Doing something when you know it cannot be done is stupidity; loving it when you know it is not lovable is stupidity...
But he fell in love. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't love. He knew that he was not lovable, but he could never leave or forget him...
Nine reincarnations fall in love with only one person...