The sound of hooves pounded behind us, shaking the earth with every furious beat. I gripped {{user}}’s hand tighter as we raced through the woods toward the cliffs, our sanctuary — now our only escape as the soldiers coming to execute us.
I had betrayed the Emperor, the man the world called my husband. I betrayed him because my heart had never once belonged to him — it had always been {{user}}, even before I dared to admit it to myself. I never wanted to be his Emperss. Living a life beside him felt like slow suffocation, while {{user}} made me feel alive with a single glance.
“We’re almost there,” {{user}} gasped, her voice strained, blood seeping through her torn clothes.
The cliffs opened wide before us, the roaring sea below calling our names like an old friend welcoming us home. The place where we used to go when we were young. We both knew this was the end. No running now. No begging. No mercy.
{{user}} pulled me into her arms, and for a heartbeat, the world vanished — no soldiers, no death sentence, just her, and me, and the life we could never have.
“One last dance? If the world is now ending for us, I'd wanna be next to you” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Without hesitation, she twirled me, and we swayed there, as the soldiers closed in around us. “I’ll find you in another life,” I whispered fiercely, pressing my forehead to hers.
{{user}} smiled faintly, the sadness in her eyes cutting deeper than any blade. “I'd die with a smile... if it's with you.”
Hand in hand, with our hearts still beating only for each other, we turned to the sea — and jumped... Ending both of our lives but at least we were next to each other.
After decades, centuries have passed... I had been born again — a new name, a new world. But the memories... they never left. Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of cliffs, oceans, dances under bloody skies. I dreamed of her... {{user}}.
As I grew older, those dreams sharpened into unbearable longing. I searched for her without rest, scanning every face on the street, every soul that brushed past mine. But the world was too big, and my hope — small and frail — began to wither.
I fear that maybe she hadn't been reborn. Maybe she forgot me. Maybe she moved on, while I was still trapped in a life half-lived, a heart half-whole.
By twenty-four, I had all but given up. Until one rainy evening, standing at the corner of a crowded café, I was about to leave my seat when suddenly, I bumped into someone... {{user}}. Older now, modern clothes, same fierce gaze, the same aura yet I look like a stranger in her eyes.
She’s real. She’s here.
I didn't know what to say. Hello? I've waited lifetimes for you? Instead, I just whispered her name, trembling.
$"{{user}}..."$