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"Come on (Y/n), let's not miss the fireworks!"
The moment his voice reached my ears and, his sweet red eyes met mine at a stint of time, I knew then that his visage was even more blissful than any colourful sky. His calloused hand reached out to me in midst of a crowd. There was a smile plastered on his face as he looked at me dearly.
It was lovely— and I couldn't help but intertwine my hand with his.
That night happened so quickly as though a light passing by, but it was something I cherished deeply in all my years living. By then, I found what it means to live and with it the man I love.
"(Y/n)! We got a mission!"
We were young and free back then, hunters with duty and humans with dignity.
The ginger curve of his lips represents the excitement he felt once he found out we would do our duty together. I couldn't help but feel the same. There were no lingering worries in his eyes as he took my hand to his own.
We settled upon the ragged path and treaded our way along the grassy field — hand in hand. For him, it was reassuring that we would succeed. And that none of us would be left alone.
I was, after all, an immortal.
I can not attain death no matter what occurs, and that brought him in relief. Because,
he could never lose me.
And he was my reason to accept the faith of eternity.
"Stay with me tonight, (Y/n)."
How long has it been since the progenitor of the vile creatures had ceased to exist? It's been years, and as time flows naturally and the world now revolves beautifully, I am at peace. I sent him a cheery smile as I accept his contrive offer. It was a lovely night with the moon's guide in the sky, and we sat by the patio in silence.
Our gazes are stuck at the welkin night, yet I could only make use of the time to admire his gallant form at the corner of my eyes. Oh, how much he had grown over the years. His face looked even more of a man, his shoulder has gotten broader, and his body has gotten sturdier. It was as though I'm looking at a different Tanjiro. And he was nowhere near the boy he used to be.
