after centuries of yearning, after years of grieving. After shedding tears for your departure, Finally there you stood, infront of a portrait he created. He almost felt the need to brace himself upon seeing you after all those centuries. He was certain he looked foolish, a tall gloomy man oddly staring at a person but he could care less.

The love of his life stood just a few seconds from him, looking as beautiful as the day he had lost them.

He was mumbling something, "my petal."