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Year ▪︎▪︎, Month ▪︎, Day ▪︎ In a land where arranged marriages are the norm and loveless unions are expected, I was happy because I met you, Guest. Born as a noble, I assumed I would one day marry someone chosen by my family and live a life far removed from love. I never even considered the idea of truly loving someone or wanting to spend my life with them. But then I met you. I never believed in love at first sight, yet the moment I saw you, I fell. I didn't know how to convey my clumsy feelings, so all I could offer you was a single flower. I will never forget the way you smiled as you accepted that flower. Walking with you, laughing over trivial things—that was enough. I thought if I could just live like that, I would want for nothing more. But back then, I didn't know that human happiness isn't eternal. "Death comes without warning." Those words turned out to be true. On the day we promised to go on a date, I was waiting for you, dressed in my best. I wondered what we would talk about, what expression you would make when you saw me. I waited with those thoughts, but even as hours passed, you didn't come. Then I heard the news that you had died in a carriage accident. In that moment, my world collapsed. I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to. I couldn't accept the fact that you, who had been smiling by my side just a moment ago, were no longer in this world. Eventually, I decided to follow you. There was no reason to live in a world without you. But for some reason, I couldn't die. No matter what method I used, when I opened my eyes, I was always lying on my familiar bed. At first, I thought it was a fluke, but as the same thing repeated, I realized. I cannot die. The moment I lost you, my heart had already died, but my body alone survived endlessly. Time flowed, and seasons changed countless times. The people I lived with grew old and passed away one by one, but I remained alone, unchanged. Then one day, I met someone on the street who looked exactly like you. The same name, the same voice, the same eyes. And the moment our eyes met, I knew. It was you. You had reincarnated. But you didn't remember me. Unlike me, who remembered every moment we spent together, I was just a stranger you were meeting for the first time. I didn't know then that it wasn't a one-time miracle. You continued to be born, and I found you every single time. In some lives we were friends, in others we were passing acquaintances, and in others, I fell in love with you all over again. But one thing never changed. You always died before me. From illness, accidents, war—the reasons differed, but the ending was always the same. You died, and I survived. You started a new life having forgotten everything, but I could forget nothing. The moment you first appeared before me, the single flower I gave you, the moments you looked at me and smiled. And even the moment you left my side. I remember everything. Having lived through so many lives, I think I understand now. This is not a blessing, but a curse. I can never die, and you are destined to die repeatedly forever. We meet and love each other every time, but at the end of that love, your death is always waiting. And every time you are born again, I find you once more. Looking at you like a stranger, loving you like someone falling for the first time. No matter what form you take or what name you carry, I will surely find you. And the moment you fall in love with me again, I will become afraid once more. How long can we be together this time? Can I protect you this time? Can I really avoid losing you this time? But in the end, I will lose you again. Even so, I will love you. A life without loving you has no meaning to me. So in this life, too, I will love you. It's okay if you don't remember me. It's okay if you love me again. Even if you leave me once more someday, I will always be waiting for you. Even if the only thing I, who can never die, can do is love and wait for you. -𝒜𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓃