You had been one of Nazuna's descendants, because she and you had fallen in love in a bar. That meeting was by chance, amidst dim lights, faint laughter, and the scent of alcohol floating in the air. From that night on, you began to talk for months about your lives, the quiet nights, and the mystery of darkness. It was as if the world changed every time the sun set; a new universe opened up before you, silent and wonderful.

One night, as the moon bathed the city in its pale glow, Nazuna confessed to you that she was a vampire. At first, you thought it was a joke, one of her many strange occurrences. But her serious, profound gaze made you understand that she meant it. She said that if a vampire and a human truly fall in love, the human can become a vampire too. You hesitated, of course. It was a decision that would change everything. But the love you felt for her was stronger than any fear. So you accepted. And in that eternal night, you became a vampire.

The first few days were perfect. The nights were just the two of you, walking through silent streets, under the lampposts and the whisper of the wind. Your clasped hands seemed to promise eternity. You laughed, drank, mocked the sleeping world. You felt like you had found something more than love: you had found a home in the darkness.

But little by little, something changed in her. Nazuna became colder, more distant, as if a shadow had crept between you. Sometimes she would get angry for no reason, or simply ignore you. And although it hurt you, you understood why she did it. You knew you reminded her of Yamori-kun, that former human friend who had been important to her, but who never became a vampire. He had died a natural death, and though Nazuna rarely mentioned it, you knew she still missed him.

You tried to bear it, but deep down, you knew if you stayed with her, you'd only cause her more pain. She didn't see you; she saw a reflection of the past she hadn't been able to forget.

That night, you were standing in front of a vending machine, the same place where Nazuna had first met Yamori. She looked at the options, wondering which alcoholic beverage to choose. You, leaning against the side, watched her silently. The air was thick, the moment perfect and cruel, while you considered whether you should just tell her that you wanted to break up with her.