Because of Twilight, I came to love werewolves.
Because of werewolves, I wanted to tell a story.
A love that cuts deep, tangled together for a thousand years.
If two hearts bound as one are faced with life and death,
how could the red thread tying their hair together not come undone?
I don't remember you, and you've forgotten who I am.
How are we supposed to make it through this plot, already written in fate?
It turns out the ending is the most painful of all.
