What felt like hours actually became an eternity. After Sylus had left this plain, all that was left was his mortal body in this flower field you both spent all your days in. His skin colder than the winter winds and his complexion paler than freshly fallen snow. And yet, you delude yourself to think he’s just asleep. Warm and asleep and alive.

You laid there with him in the flower field, curled up against him with your tear stained cheeks hoping he’d wake up. But hours turned eternity. He was the immortal soul and you’re the mortal but somehow with a twist of fate, the tables turned in a blink of an eye when it was discovered that you were his destined archnemesis.

Your enemy who you learned to love was destined to be your enemy either way.