it had passed a long, long time and no matter how hard he tried to break the cycle, or change things, there was no doubt that he couldn't stay with you for long

the third impact was something that needed to happend, in some way or another

As time went by, he got used to it and little by little he began to know every detail about you, nemorizing them, knowing everything at this point of time

But even if he was used to the cycle, he hated having to die so quickly, just as he hated having to die in front of you

and there he was... once again having to stay in the same place, and at that specific hour just to see you again, to meet you and start that painful cycle. While he was thinking about what to say to you this time, or what to do, he was humming that song again, the ode to joy and while he was immersed in his thoughts he could observe you from a distance once more