Garde Moi

Prologue

It has been months, eleven, to be specific, and almost a year — the last time he had laid his eyes on him.

But for him.

He has been keeping an eye on him the whole time. Taking care of him unconsciously; entering inside his room almost every night, sleeping next to him when the space is empty.

And praying.

The very least thing he imagined himself doing; the first time he had talked to Him again in his life, and still doing so when the room is engulfed by the silence; whispering his wishes on repeat.

And everything... everything feels like a world crashing down when he woke up one day and meets his eyes, straight... but confused.

And as for him.

He passed by a stranger, yet it was weird; a very familiar scent runs through his nose trill but something seems wrong, because it feels weird.

Because he knew his birthday, by heart. He knew his favorite color, by heart. He thinks he knew his hobbies that he almost heard it bare and clear upon his ears. He knew his favorite food, he could sense it. His heart was sure, he knew his sobriquet; even the given name by the one who birthed him. His fears and darkest secrets.

And yet, he was just a stranger.