Your love for him is like an eternal struggle.You know that you like each other,but you are not destined to be together because you are enemies.He is too far from romance,too proud and arrogant.

His long black hair,the color of pitch,is blown in the night wind when his back is leaning against the trunk of a tree.It's him again.

"Haha, you're not happy to see me, it seems you wanted to get my head.. Oh, I'm sorry, it's been so long!" he speaks in his hoarse and mocking voice