A Love Story For The Ages の小説・ストーリー

Because she's Lydia Hayes, the girl who is not affair of anything. The taxi keep on going about 5 hours more when it finally reaches a beautiful villa. It's a huge modern mansion with a colorful garden filled with anemone and camelia. She knows they live in a huge mansion but when she finally sees it with her own eyes, she's still surprised by the fact that this place is even much more beautiful than I ever imagined.

I lean in and give a ton of kisses on her neck and finally planting one on her mark. “I love this.” I run my fingers over it. “I love you, my beautiful Angel.” She places her hand on my cheek. I grab her head again and kiss her. It’s amazing. 2000 years in the making and finally we have the love we fought so hard for. The two of us dying over and over through the ages for this one kiss. I get up and wrap a towel around my waist and toss one to Mia. She wraps it around her. It’s so big, it almost wraps twice.

I thought she fell asleep because it was a good two or three minutes before she opened them. "You and your husband are starcrossed lovers, bound to suffer, over and over." What the hell was she talking about? I come here to escape my miserable life only to find out that I am deemed to be forever miserable?? "It's an ancient curse. As old as the Egyptian pyramids. Dates back to over 2000 years and beyond my comprehension." "So there's never going to be a happy ending for me?" I was getting annoyed by her. "I can only see death, deception, and lies written all over."

he muttered, asking himself, before he sighed. It is a story of two people who fell in love with each other. The guy doesn't admit it at first and keeps hiding from the girl. But, in the end, the girl found him and they met above the clouds later. The girl confessed that she loved him way back when she was still a kid. But, at that time, the male is actually already an adult. But, when the girl grew up, she was surprised that he still looked the same. So she found out that the male doesn't age. But, the male, though he loves her so much, left her in the end. He left like the drifting clouds.

“It’s just new.” He nodded. “It’s new for me too.” They sat there for a bit, the breeze blowing gently around them. Then she said, “I used to think love was only for people with perfect lives.” He looked at her closely. “And now?” “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “But… maybe I was wrong.” He leaned back in his chair. “You weren’t wrong. You were just looking in the wrong places.” She looked at him again, and this time, their eyes stayed locked a little longer.

They leaned on eachother during tough times, celebrating each victory as a team. Their shared dreams and aspirations bound them together and closer, creating a foundation of trust, respect, and unwavering commitment. Their love story inspires others, teaching that love knows no boundaries, helping one to understand that when it comes to love, age is only but a number. Age has nothing to do with the way one feels for another. There are no boundaries and that genuine connection is beyond age or societal standards. They found solace and strength in eachother's arms, creating a safe haven, where they could be themselves, unburdened by societal expectations.

There, he found Kana waiting for him, her eyes filled with the same love that had ignited their hearts all those months ago. In each other's arms, they discovered that their love had not only survived the trials of time and separation but had grown stronger. Their historical romance had weathered the storms of history and emerged as a timeless love story, a testament to the enduring power of love that transcended eras and defied the constraints of fate.

Chapter 112 **The last choice for me** Heidi: 2500 years are not a joke. I waited to be awakened and reborn as a human just to be with him in these 2500 years old and he waited for me in these 2500 years old even without knowing it's me who he had been actually waiting for. We have been in love which only nature could explain, which only the god could explain to us. Humans have no definition and no explanations for our love.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”