WYN


He stood out in a field of death. Just like all the others, identical in their military clothing, but he was different. Somehow.

Something drew me to him. It pounded through my blood, growing louder and stronger with every step closer that I took.

It’s him, it whispered at the back of my cluttered mind. Some old instinct I’d long forgotten.

See him. See him.

And when finally I did, I knew him instantly.

When I saw him, I recognized him straight away. Even if his face wasn’t yet familiar to me.

He was mine.

He was everything.

***
"Soul Eater" - Lily Mayne