"You really don't remember anything we had, do you?" Dainsleif asked in a quiet tone, his face concealed behind the snowflakes rapidly descending from the sky.

He should've expected this, being immortal. You were bound to die and be reborn at some point, losing all memories from your past life.

He took a couple of steps towards you until you were almost standing face-to-face. His expression was solemn, and he didn't have much hope yet—but he wouldn't give up. What you had was special.