Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time-Chapter 444 The Night Before Theorem

There is no sky above them, only an empty space that holds the silence of time, depicting a profound emptiness and an unspoken atmosphere of hope. There is no land beneath them—only an undefined void. Yet, that small world still exists—a simple space formed by the will of two souls who refuse to be forgotten. A soft light flows from invisible walls, like the breath of love that needs no proof, filling the atmosphere with a comforting warmth; a symbol of hope amidst uncertainty.

Rinoa sits on the warm floor of the void, as if the space welcomes her back. Her body is still weak after the seal was broken, but her eyes shine—not because of magic, but because of a presence full of meaning. Fitran sits across from her, silent in tranquility. He does not want to speak too soon, aware that words, once spoken, could shatter the silence that has freed them from the shackles of the outside world.

"We haven't returned," Rinoa whispers, her voice soft yet full of hope.

Fitran nods slowly, as if feeling the weight of the reality they face.

"No. And I don't know if the world out there... is still worthy of us," Fitran says, his voice reflecting deep doubt about the reality they must confront.

Rinoa gazes at the emptiness surrounding them, the cold and quiet air adding weight to the atmosphere. Her gaze shifts to Fitran, and in her eyes lies an indescribable strength, like an invisible thread of magic that binds them in an eternal vow that will not fade.

"But you love me. Even in a world that rejects that love," she says softly but confidently.

"I can't even prove it," Fitran replies quietly, his voice nearly drowned in the silence enveloping them. "But I don't need to anymore."

They fall silent for a moment, feeling the weight of that silence. And that silence... is not merely distance. Their love, like a fine thread woven with harmony in the dark night, remains preserved between the beats of their hearts, making them a stronger bond even as the world tries to separate them.

Rinoa hugs her knees, bowing her head. Her shiny black hair falls over her face, adding to the deepening mystery.

"Do you know?" she says softly, her voice trembling in the silence. "I've been waiting for you. Not to save me. But... to confess." "I know you love me. But I want you to confess... to yourself."

Fitran takes a deep breath, feeling the longing flowing between them, as if like a river flowing under the soft glow of the full moon. He feels the gentle vibration of Rinoa's soul resonating within him, an invisible magnet drawing him closer, making his heart beat faster.

"I've always been afraid. If I confess, the world will use it against me. They will ruin you through my feelings. So I chose to remain silent..."

"I've always been afraid. If I confess, the world will use it against me. They will ruin you through my feelings. So I chose to remain silent..."

"But silence is painful too," Rinoa interjects, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Silence makes me wonder: am I just a part of the structure in your life? Or have I ever truly been desired?"

Between them, in the thickening silence, it feels like there is an invisible bridge connecting these two souls. Fear and longing intertwine, forming a silver thread that glimmers softly under the moonlight, as if reminding them that love knows no boundaries, even those created by oneself. The darkness of the night feels deeper, and the stars seem to hang lower, witnessing this meaningful silent moment.

Fitran gazes at her with an unwavering look, as if wanting to penetrate the layers of fear surrounding their hearts. Their eyes meet, full of honesty and vulnerability. And in that gaze, there are no defenses. Only a profound guilt. And sincere acceptance, which becomes the foundation for their love journey, a bridge connecting two hearts separated by fear.

"I want to possess you," he finally says, his voice soft yet firm, flowing like water from an unimpeded river. "Not as proof. Not as a goal. But as the only thing that remains... even when all logic fails."

As if time has stopped, Rinoa feels her heart racing faster, outpacing the silent night; the vibration of love flowing in her blood erases all doubts that once haunted her. In that instant, she realizes that their love is a force capable of defying the uncertainties of this world, while honesty is the wings that will lift them above the clouds of heaven, beyond the reach of all the sorrows that loom.

They now sit side by side, the distance between them creating a vibration that can be felt, even without touching. Not swearing an oath, but a strong promise feels etched between them.

Rinoa tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with hope and doubt, reflecting the complex feelings growing within her heart.

"What will you do when we return?"

"Whatever happens... I will not repeat my oath," Fitran replies, his voice calm yet firm. "Because that oath lives only once. Declared without sound. Spoken without a tongue."

In the silence enveloping them, time seems to slow down, creating a thick space between them. Rinoa feels her heartbeat vibrating in the stillness of the night, as if each beat is a fragment of a lost story, trying to reconnect them, even as they are separated by the shadows of a dark past.

"And I will remember it without binding it," Rinoa whispers softly, her gaze radiating a deep longing, while also cherishing the memories that once existed without allowing herself to be trapped in nostalgia. "Because what is bound can be broken. But what is embraced... will remain."

Fitran smiles faintly, realizing that in the nuances of this night, under a sky sprinkled with stars, they are actually still embracing, even in an unseen form. Between them, there exists an invisible fine thread that binds their hearts, as if time and space dare not hinder the bond that has formed between their souls.

Beelzebub did not appear that night. She had gone, leaving a faint trace amidst the uncertainty. Yet, in the silence, her shadow still lingered, as if trying to recount. The thin chains left on the floor formed a circular pattern—seemingly wanting to say: "I was once a part of this night."

Rinoa gazes at the pattern formed, thinking of the memories buried within it.

"You have taken a path that can only be traversed by someone who loves... yet also feels guilty," she says, her voice trembling with deep understanding.

In their gaze, the souls that understand each other begin to shine, recognizing in Beelzebub's absence that true love knows no boundaries. Even when sacrifices must be made, they feel it deeply. With every passing second, they blend into a melody, a resonance of hope and longing that transcends all fear, as if ignoring the dimensions of space and time.

Fitran does not respond. However, his eyes say: yes.

"Do you still regret it?" Rinoa asks, her voice trembling softly.

"I will never stop regretting," he replies with sincerity. "But I choose to keep walking with it."

In the silence, Rinoa leans her head on his shoulder, feeling warmth without the need for a fire to ignite. There is no bed, no time, but the atmosphere provides a sense of safety and calm. They sit in an immeasurable togetherness, as if defying the flow of time.

In the magical silence of the night, seemingly created just for the two of them, a magical aura envelops them. Every whisper of the wind dances gently around them, carrying the scent of memories that will never fade. In this profound silence, their hearts speak, weaving unspoken promises, understanding each other without words.

This love has come to an end. Not because it has finished, but because it has found itself, embracing all the feelings that once existed.

Before sleeping, Rinoa utters a single sentence full of meaning:

"If we return and the world forgets who I am... just believe in one thing."

"What is that?" he asks, his voice full of curiosity, as if realizing the weight of the meaning behind Rinoa's words.

"That I once existed, even when you didn't know the word for me."

In a night that will never repeat itself, Fitran and Rinoa did not create a pactum, did not write a glyph, did not utter a name. Yet their love... has transcended all existing boundaries. And that night will remain alive, in a place where language ends and feelings begin.

In the midst of profound silence, a layer of soft light illuminates them, as if the universe bears silent witness to their story. With every passing second, their bond deepens, penetrating the boundaries of time and space that confine them— their love is an unwritten lyric, an eternal melody echoing within this night's tent, painting a story that can only be felt by the heart, inviting its witnesses to feel it.