Ryan...
Ryan...
A long, long time ago, there was someone who often called out to him in that soft voice.
He liked to cradle little Ryan in his arms, sing lullabies to him, and watch the little boy fall asleep in his embrace.
More than two hundred years had passed, so why was Ryan thinking of Evan Caldwell again?
Was Evan coming to take him away?
"No," Ryan said in his heart.
"Father, I am not ready."
Aiden was waiting for him.
He needed to see Aiden and comfort him.
He needed to tell Aiden that he was fine.
That they were going to be reunited again soon.
"My dearest love, please don't cry..."
Ryan's words were swallowed by the sound of the raging sea waves. Some water splashed upward, drenching Ryan's already wet body from head to toe.
"..."
Ryan furrowed his brows.
What happened? He stared at the dark sky above him. Some stars were shining brightly.
He carefully turned his head to the side.