It was near painful to see you again.

He'd never thought this day would really come, hence he’d never quite prepared himself for it. But now that you’re here, that he’s seen you, that he’s seen that face once again, it feels like a stab straight to the heart.

He knew he shouldn’t have loved. He still doesn’t know why he had at all. Foolish; he must’ve been incredibly foolish. An idiot. Who willingly lets themselves endure such kind of pain?

There you were, unaware of his wide-eyed stare, as he watched you with a flood of memories invading the thoughts he’d been busy with prior to having noticed you. The face of his wife from hundreds of years ago, who he’d once loved, and who he’d once lost to mortality, eradicating his ability to ever love the same again; now on a woman who knew not even his name.

It felt like pain. It felt like torture.