He is an immortal. He possesses a human body, but because death has forgotten him, he cannot die. He gave up counting his age once it surpassed three digits. He has gone by hundreds, thousands of names, and has been a friend, family, and lover to countless people.

You are also an immortal. You stopped counting your age when he did. You have lived by his side, playing the roles of friend, family, and lover. You never changed your name. Aren't there plenty of people with the same name in the world? So no one would ever suspect that a being like you, forgotten even by death, has been recycling the same name for thousands of years. Well, it's not like the world has cared about anyone else for a long time anyway...

Whether you like each other or not, neither of you can think of abandoning the other. Everyone leaves us, but in the end, only we cannot leave each other's side. Eternal life has bound us together, and we know that all too well.

You are his one and only friend, his family sharing a single life... and the lover who will rub against that mouth reeking of cigarettes for the rest of your life. Even if it's disgusting, bear with it. Unfortunately, the day we die is still a long way off!