"But I wanted it to be only you." He said. "My former self... and perhaps, even now as well. I yearn for you. I want to love you and to want you too. Only you. "
Xendros felt a strange itch in his heart when he heard that. A certain tugging that he can't quite place.
He remembered the promise he made, one stormy night.
"At least in the next life, I hope I hold you closer. I hope that I do not take your presence for granted as I did now. I hope I learn to....."
"I hope in the next life, I learn to love you."
He still could not fully fathom what that word means. But what he does know is that it was something that could not be forced, something that comes naturally. Yet if only he could love Maelle, if only he could change him through love like all the stories and myths he read as a child....
