Kyle

This chapter is dedicated to my top fan, mary_Cooper. I want to thank you for the support. I appreciate it. 

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There were times in the last two centuries where I would picture meeting Amy. It would be a sunny day. Everything would be perfect. There would be a breeze whistling; birds would be chirping. She would look at me and we would just know we were related.

Countless times, these fantasies would become a joke. I am Kyleon Anderson. No way did I fantasize about pretty things—which I often did—and meeting my cousin. All of it was an aftereffect of being alone for several centuries. Fantasies and daydreaming became the norm.