@tinypaintedthings continued from HERE.
It was beyond anything he could possibly DESCRIBE . How many years had it been since he'd stood looking into those same hazel eyes ? Four ? It felt like a century and a half yet , here there were . Standing just a short distance apart looking at each other like it was [ [ y e s t e r d a y ] ]. Frankly , he didn't know what had POSSESSED him to go to Wil of all people . What had made him trust his heart enough to lead him there . . .
He let his heart be his guiding key , it seemed .
The shakiness within his own voice STARTLED him . Normally , he was a lot more outspoken than that . Normally , he was far more bold in his actions and [ [ w o r d s ] ] , but his heart knew far too well that the history between them was nothing short of easy .
" Magic seems to . . . always bring people back together . "
The now eighteen - year - old teacup said quietly as he lifted his eyes to Wil .
" I've kind of lost track of what year it is , they all sort of seem the same . . . "