Ian slumped down on his back, panting heavily as if he had run a mile in a few seconds. He closed his eyes, wincing as the headache faded, granting him some relief. The memories were, however, ingrained, granted to be a part of him.
Thinking back, he thought,
'I wish I could go back and smack some sense into my past self. Why would you do that, Ian?' He did not even have to research to know what he had done. He still remembered the feeling of a force being drawn from him and into her. It was discomforting, but at the same time, it soothed his soul as if he had found a long-lost thing. Something that should have been a part of him for a long time.
'How can I lose something and feel like I have found a precious thing instead?'
He placed one arm on his forehead, casting a slight shadow and successfully shielding his eyes from the overhead blinding lights.
Ian raised the other arm up and took a hard look at the permanent ring glow on his finger.
