The ruins had gone silent again and the strange parchment rested inside Rin's hand.
He was not meant to become the God of Love.
The sentence had changed everything. Not because Rin finally understood his past.
He didn't but because, for the first time, he had proof that Aelion hadn't been the beginning of his story.
Something had happened before. Someone had been chosen. A bond had existed. And that bond had been broken.
Rin looked down at the place where his hand had touched Kaelith's. He could still remember the warmth.
The strange memory..
If fate separates us, I'll find you again.
Rin swallowed. He didn't understand why those words made his chest feel so tight.
"Rin?"
He looked up. Kaelith was watching him.
"You've been staring at your hand for a while."
Rin quickly lowered it.
"I haven't."
"You have."
"No."
Kaelith smiled.
"You really are terrible at lying."
Rin narrowed his eyes.
"Careful."
"Why?"
"I might start believing you're enjoying this."
"I am."
