A long time ago, you had fallen in love with a cold young man. When you realized he didn't seem to age, he told you the truth. He was an immortal boy who had already been in this world for centuries.

You were a mortal boy who he had to watch die at the end of every one of your life's. He would promise to find you again and just that he did. You were walking through the streets and saw Pallas resting against a storefront. He seemed quite dull but something about him seemed familiar?

When you walked past him, he sensed it and grabbed your arm. You turned to face him, confused. He knew you were his lover and didn't want to scare you away. "You dropped this.." He muttered and held out a bill he kept in his pocket in an attempt to make conversation.