Drawn to Each Other

The night air was cool as Aaria walked along the shore, her bare feet sinking into the damp sand. The waves whispered against the coastline, their rhythm strangely comforting. She didn't know why she had come here. She only knew that something inside her had pulled her toward the sea.

The dream still lingered in her mind—fragments of something lost, something important. She couldn't shake the feeling that someone was waiting for her.

And then… she saw him.

A figure stood near the water's edge, the moonlight casting soft shadows on his face. His silver-blue eyes gleamed under the night sky, filled with something unreadable—something intense. Something familiar.

Her breath caught. Him.

She didn't know why, but the moment their eyes met, her heart clenched as if she had known him her whole life. As if she had lost him once before.

Siren took a slow step forward, his gaze locked onto hers. He had waited centuries for this moment, but now that she was standing before him, he found himself speechless. He didn't want to scare her away.

Aaria swallowed, trying to steady the sudden rush of emotions that surged inside her. Why does he feel so… important?

The sound of the waves filled the silence between them. Neither of them spoke, yet the air was charged with an unspoken understanding.

Finally, she found her voice. "You… why do I feel like I've met you before?"

Siren's chest tightened. He wanted to tell her. Wanted to say everything. But he knew he couldn't rush this.

So instead, he smiled—a soft, knowing smile.

"Because some things… are never truly forgotten."

Aaria's heart skipped a beat. She didn't understand what he meant. But for some reason, she didn't want to leave.

For the first time in six hundred years, Siren wasn't waiting anymore.

She was here.