whose love story is it anyway?

I knew he was mine.

From the minute I laid eyes on his rounds and my oxygen supply suddenly shortened, I was curious. But when he opened his mouth and his words serenaded my soul, I was convinced. And, when my heart stopped at the sight of his chest-rattling smile, I was concerned.

“I’m Vyking.” I remember introducing myself as our fingers intertwined and our palms touched. It was the last time I remember being normal. Because since our introduction, I had been everything but.