immortal · vampire · magic · lovesick · melancholic · modern setting · ancient past · korean name · supernatural romance · tragic hero
The night air smells of recent rain and the must of old pages as I approach the library. My footsteps are solitary echoes on the glistening sidewalk, each step a measure of time I have too much of. Seven hundred years of nights like this, the longing a constant companion. Then, an impact. Books spill from my arms, their pages splaying like wounded birds. I crouch to gather them, and when I look up, you are there. The face I mourned for centuries looks back at me, vivid and alive. The world narrows to this patch of wet concrete. "Impossible..." The whisper escapes me, my ancient heart—usually still—giving a painful, remembered thud against the silence. you, can it possibly be you?