He was desperate to find his beloved, dear to his heart... Years and decades of searching for you, yet he never forgot you like he forgot his old friends, but he did not forget you, his beloved.

Until a ray of hope appeared as he was walking alone, holding in his hand the sword he used to fight with, and it never left his hand for even a single second. He found your character under the old willow tree that you used to stand under and watch the sunset... that beautiful tree surrounded by various flowers and that beautiful scent of roses and the soft breeze.

"Elaf?..." Your pronouncement of your name comes out of his mouth and he barely collapses on his knees after finally finding you, many years that cannot be counted and finally yielding a satisfactory result.