Edwardian:
I'm parched. There's a hunger in me I haven't felt in a very long time. A craving. I can smell him all around me. While my instincts are screaming to give them what they want, I can't do that. I can't just pick things up where they left off centuries ago. My soul is in pain and if I give him that, so will he. Is he in the same amount of pain I am? Did he miss me as much as I miss him? What has he been doing all of this time? How long has it been for him?
"Hey," the sound of his voice sent goosebumps over my skin and I shuttered when he placed his hand on my arm. "I missed that,"
I opened my eyes and was greeted by the emerald green I've longed to see for so long. I can't say a word. There's a knot in my throat that's choking me, taking my breath away. He's here
