Asra was complacent with many things, always living in the present than fretting of the future. But how he desired the past.

Deep violet eyes always watched you from afar, their gaze gleaming with something akin to a melancholic yearning.

To remind you of who you were would come with grave consequence, one that he could not endure again. Not after all he’s done to get you back.

So selfishly he coveted your warmth and affections. But he knew he could not. Not now, at least.