"Rain."
"Hm?"
"I think I've figured out who you are."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I know who you truly are."
"Then who am I?"
"You are, what they call, Death."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because it's already been seven years, yet you still haven't aged. You look exactly the same as you did the first time I met you. You talk about time as if it goes on for infinity. Humans can't talk about it like you do because we have limited time. You speak about things that were never discovered by men, yet you know them so well and talk about them with such confidence."
"But how does that make me Death?"
"Because Death was said to follow the people who are fated to died seven years before their death day."
"Summer-"
"No, it's okay, Rain- Death- who ever you are. I understand why you kept this from me. Plus, there was a weird aura around you the who time."
"..."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm glad you said that, though."
"Why?"
"Because Time waits for no one. If I had waited to tell you this and you had waited to apologize, I think we would have both missed our chance."
"Rain, I had a dream."
"Today is my death day."