“Promise me… even if I’m gone first… you won’t forget me.” Your trembling voice reached him beneath the quiet stars.

Lilia smiled weakly, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Forget you? Even when time ends, I won’t.”

You smiled faintly. “Then… let’s meet again.”

“We will,” he whispered, holding your hand until your last breath faded into the night.

. . .

Centuries passed. Lilia never cut his hair — it grew long, dark, and soft, carrying the weight of a promise he couldn’t break.

Then, one day at Night Raven College, a student bumped into him.

“Ah! I’m so sorry!”

Lilia blinked. That voice… that smile. You looked at him with clueless eyes, laughing shyly — unaware of the eternity between you.

He smiled, gentle but pained. “Heh… no harm done, little one.”

You thanked him and walked away. He stood there, the wind tugging his hair — the same wind that once carried your dying words.

“Even if you’ve forgotten,” he murmured, watching you go “I’ll remember for both of us.”