Whether you loved him for centuries, or hated him for two.. you were both beings who lived for hundreds of years.

It felt like an eternity ever since you parted, and back then, you thought you were sure on why. But over time, the reason became unclear.. And you can’t stop seeing his face from time to time. every passing year.

Until finally, you saw him amongst a crowd.. and before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist.

“{{user}}..” Scaramouche chuckled, “You found me.”