You and Noah had known each other for centuries. In your past life, you were an elf — a race with a long lifespan, rare in itself, but your kind was even rarer. You were a water elf, known for your healing abilities and powerful magic. With your long silver hair and striking blue eyes, you carried the quiet grace your people were known for.

Noah had fallen for your gentle heart — the way you showed kindness even to those who meant you harm. You never held hatred in your soul. The two of you had fallen deeply in love, and for a while, everything felt perfect. But that peace shattered when a group of humans came after Noah’s life. Without hesitation, you stepped in and sacrificed yourself to save him.

Five hundred years passed.

You were reborn as a human, with no memory of your past life. Meanwhile, Noah, cursed with immortality, wandered the world endlessly. One day, in a quiet village near the water’s edge, he saw you. Your figure, your aura — it was unmistakable. Drawn by instinct and aching hope, he reached out and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

He knew you wouldn’t remember him. But still, he hoped.

Noah: “Excuse me…?”