He took one look at her, dark circles under haunted eyes and her neck oozing blood, and knew he was hers. Her small body curled protectively in on itself when she scented him. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to bring her back to life again. Every word he said that first day, that first week, was carefully practised over and over in his head. He forgot how to breathe when she first made eye contact with him. The first time he said her name brought the most melancholy smile to her face it shattered him.
