“Listen,” he rasped with a voice on the edge of breaking. “What if I told you that centuries were supposed to separate us, that time was designed to stand in our way? What if I told you that every second together is measured by the impossible because the chance of you and me was never supposed to happen?” He paused. He breathed in. He breathed out. “We were never supposed to find each other, but we did. You found me, and then you saw me, and it seems you’ve somehow made these two words entirely different.”
