"Mia."
"Cyran?"
He starts moving steadily towards me like he's approaching a rabid animal. I run to him and he grabs me. I get dizzy in his embrace, drunk with his familiar scent. He presses his nose to the center of my head. I fist his threadbare shirt and sob. My tears make his shirt wet. He says my name over and over again, it's like he can't quite believe that I'm here. I can't believe he's here.
"How are you here? How did you find me?"
He wipes my tears with his thumbs. I hold onto him because I'm afraid of letting go. I'm afraid he'll disappear in a flash, that this is all a part of my imagination. "I heard you were alive. I thought you were dead."
"Your brother—"
He presses a finger to my lips to silence me. "I know, don't mention him. I heard about everything that has happened on my way here."
"How did you—"
"I can't stay long. You have to listen to what I'm saying carefully. We don't have much time."
