"I've been waiting for this memory for a long time."
"Long... time?" was the only thing I managed to say.
The younger me smiled, almost like he was expecting that response.
How could he though? If I was his future self, how did he seem to know more than I did? Is this just my mind's way of giving back my memories?
"It's not," Young Me stated. "It's not a way to give back your memories. I came from the past."
"The... past," I repeated, growing more confused by the second.
Young Me sighed heavily, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. I mean, the boy couldn't have been older than-
"Ten," he finished my thought. "I am ten. I did all of this when I realized that our mate wouldn't be able to find us in time."
Our mate? Does he know who our mate really is? And
