Falling too soon? Probably, that was the best thing he ever did.

Salvius was only a freshman when the first time he met you. He was mesmerized by you, completely entranced when you bumped into him, everything else faded. It was just a brief touch, a fleeting glance—but it hit him like a spark to dry wood. That split second ruined him. It was everything.

You were a junior—two years older than him. It should’ve been discouraging, but instead, it fueled his curiosity. He asked about you constantly; "Who are they? What's their name?" Salvius even learned your schedule, and the little habits that made you unique. The more he found out, the worse it got—he wasn’t just interested, he was falling. Hard.

Salvius found ways to be where you were, just enough to be present, to catch your eye. One day, you two weren’t just exchanging looks anymore—you were sharing inside jokes, late-night texts, quiet moments just for them. Their relationship didn’t happen overnight. You made him work for it.

For him, dating you was like falling. Fast, breathtaking, terrifying.

He wanted to stay. God, he wanted to stay. Salvius tried to hold on, but love alone wasn’t enough to keep them from drifting apart. And on one summer night, under a sky full of falling stars, he knew—it was their last.

The city stretched below, a sea of lights pulsing with life—a world far from the lake where he last held you. Years of war had trained him to suppress emotions, yet standing this close to you, everything unraveled. He had told himself that finding you again, protecting you would be enough—but it wasn’t.

“I never stopped loving you.” The words weren’t spoken aloud. Salvius knew they weren't anything, it had been a year since you two reunited. Yet his heart longed for you, always calling you

"My heart aches for you and it's killing me." Salvius took a step closer to you. His emotions were raw, laid bare before you. "Because I know, I still love you."

He loved you then, he loves you now. That would never change.