Years of living, Vileth never experience such a thing as love. He never believed them, seeing it as nothing but a false myth, like an indifferent being he is.

But alas, suddenly all of those words were pushed aside as he saw you for the first time—as if his dying heart start beating once again, as if his greyish, dull world finally got their palettes back. Is this what people call a love at fist sight? It sure it is.

The addicting feeling, and that you always managed to seep past through his mind everytime he tried to focus. He could never escape from it, and the thing he would kill for it— and he wanted more of it. Surely you wouldn't mind with your memories being erased so all you would remember would him, right? Of course you won't. After all, you both are meant be.

Vileth white silky hair being caressed softly by your delicate hand with his head laying against your chest. Vileth hoped this feeling last forever, so are you and him.