"Krisella…"
Lyerin muttered the name under his breath, almost as if testing the weight of it after all these years.
It felt strange to say it now, with the woman in question standing just a few yards away, unaware that he had spotted her.
The memories hit him in waves, unbidden, dragging him back to a time he had long buried in the recesses of his mind.
His heart thudded against his ribcage, the once cold and calculated Lyerin momentarily overtaken by emotions he thought had been extinguished.
It had been in the early days of the apocalypse, in his past life, that he first met Krisella.
The world was already falling apart then, but amidst the chaos, their bond had formed.
She had been so full of life and energy, her laughter somehow capable of brightening the darkness that surrounded them.
Lyerin, who had never known what it felt like to be loved, had been drawn to her innocence and vitality.
