Brielle
Aldric didn't have a last name. Or at least, he'd never given me one, and I'd stopped asking years ago.
He ran on his own schedule and his own rules, and the only consistent thing about him was that whenever he showed up, there was always a reason.
He'd found me in my first life when I was fourteen, right in the middle of a stretch of time when everything around me was starting to quietly go wrong, even though I hadn't fully understood that yet. He spent six years teaching me things I hadn't known I needed until the moment I was dying and suddenly I needed all of it at once, and it still wasn't quite enough.
After I woke up reborn, I thought about him constantly, wondering if he was still out there. Wondering if this version of my life had a version of him in it. Wondering if
