I searched through my mind, trying to think where I had seen this young kid when suddenly, something clicked in my mind. I stared at those familiar black eyes and suddenly, tears welled in my eyes.
My heart raced faster as I gripped the fabric of my skirt tightly.
"Killian," I whispered, my lips quivering. How could I have failed to recognize him? This was my Killian. My body moved seemingly on its own, and before I realized it, I was approaching the little boy. "Killian," I called out, reaching out to touch him, but my fingers passed through him effortlessly.
That's when the reality hit me, and I instinctively took a step back.
I was nothing more than a spirit, a mere observer of the past. Killian couldn't see or hear me. But why was I here? Why was I seeing Killian's past?
The younger Killian was irresistibly adorable, and I felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.
But I couldn't.
