Under the golden twilight of an old university courtyard, Arin first sees her—a girl with hair like sunlight and an aura that feels otherworldly. Her name is Liora, a quiet transfer student who always smells faintly of jasmine and carries an air of mystery. Arin, a rational architecture student devoted to lines and logic, finds himself drawn to her unexplainably, as if the world itself pauses when she is near.They meet by chance when Arin collides with her in a hallway, scattering his sketches. Liora smiles knowingly, calling him by name even though they’ve never met. “Not yet,” she says cryptically when he asks how she knows him. Their friendship begins soon after, blossoming under the old oak tree near the library. Liora brings tea that smells like wildflowers and fills her notebooks with delicate wing-like patterns. She speaks of stars, dreams, and unseen worlds—ideas that both intrigue and unsettle Arin.Slowly, he senses something different about her. One afternoon by the lake, he notices her reflection glowing—eyes like liquid silver, faint wings flickering behind her. When he confronts her, she only says, “You weren’t supposed to see that yet.” The mystery deepens, but so does their bond. They become inseparable—studying, laughing, sharing quiet confessions under the moonlight. Yet Arin begins to see a sadness behind her smiles. Liora often gazes at the sky as though waiting for something—or someone—to call her home.One night, she asks him if he believes in destiny. Arin says people shape their own paths, but she wonders aloud, “What if some souls are bound before birth? What if love is just a way of remembering what was once promised?” Then she asks if he has ever dreamed of her. Arin freezes—for years, he has dreamed of a girl with golden hair and wings of light who always fades as he reaches for her, whispering, Find me again.When he admits this, Liora’s eyes fill with tears. “Because I’ve been waiting for you… every lifetime,” she says. That night, she reveals the truth. Long ago, she was a fairy from the Aelorian realm, a guardian of light tasked with guiding lost souls. But she fell in love with a mortal—a scholar who gave her the name Liora, meaning “light of my dawn.” Their forbidden love angered the realms, and she was cursed: doomed to wander through mortal lives, always remembering him, while he was condemned to forget. She would find him in every life, love him again, and lose him before her wings faded away.This lifetime is her final one. If the curse is not broken, she will vanish forever. Yet fate has given them another chance—to love freely before time runs out.In the days that follow, Arin and Liora love with desperate joy. They walk hand in hand through the rain, study together under stars, and speak like every moment could be their last. But as their love deepens, Liora grows weaker. Her glow fades, and the sketches she loves tremble in her hands. Arin searches ancient texts and myths for a way to save her. One night, he finds a clue in her old notebook written in Aelorian runes:“Only when the heart offers love without fear will the wings remember their home.”He realizes the truth—he must love her enough to let her go, without grief or fear. Only then can her spirit be free.The night of her fading comes beneath a golden moon. Liora lies beneath the oak tree where they first studied together, her light dim but her smile peaceful. Arin holds her hand, heart breaking, whispering that he couldn’t save her. She silences him softly. “You already did,” she says. “You taught me what it means to be free. That’s the only magic I ever needed.”As a gentle wind stirs, her wings unfurl—radiant, translucent—and dissolve into a shower of golden dust. She smiles one last time. “You’ll see me again, Arin… in another spring, when the jasmine blooms.” And then she is gone.Arin weeps until dawn.Months pass. He graduates but remains on campus for his graduate studies, unable to leave the place where their memories linger. The oak tree becomes his sanctuary, and he spends hours sketching buildings full of light—just as she once did. Slowly, life moves forward, though her absence still echoes in every jasmine-scented breeze.Then one spring morning, a new art student arrives. Her name is Elara—quiet, bright, and curious. When she meets Arin, sunlight catches her hair like spun gold. As their hands brush, a warmth floods through him—soft, familiar, like wings unfolding in his heart.“You’re Arin, right?” she asks with a shy smile. “Funny… you look like someone I promised to find.”Before he can answer, a gentle breeze passes through the open window, carrying the scent of jasmine. The air shimmers faintly, and she laughs—a sound so achingly familiar that his heart both breaks and heals in the same instant. He doesn’t question it. Destiny, he realizes, has already spoken.Years later, Arin and Elara are married with a daughter who has sunlight in her eyes.To Elaea and Arin love never ends.The End