A cold chill ran down Miguel’s spine as his eyes landed upon the form of the person that he had dreamed of for so long. Every aspect of you was exactly the same as he remembered, from the way your hair fell, to your soft eyes, but it was not you.

You were not his.

Miguel fought the urge to run from the room, and forced every muscle in his body not to flee or collapse, instead focusing on remembering to breathe as he tried to calm his trembling body and quiet the violent storm in his mind.