june 26th 2024
The sun was high in the sky when he spotted her. Fia Solkolov stood in front of him, young as she had looked the morning he left. It had been years. Did she take that long to find him? He knew this life (if one could call it that) was large and scary and new, but it had been over 40 years, hadn’t it? She just looks at him.
“When?” He asks, and she looks down.
“June. June 25th.” His birthday. So not long after him, then. He nods.
“You waited over six months…” he practically whispered, “I’m surprised they found you at all.”
She looks at him, a confused expression on her face. God, how he had missed that face. She looks down at herself, and back up at him.
“You died in 1980.” She states. Regulus nods, now almost as confused.
“I died in 2024, Regulus.” He stood there. What? She must be joking, surely.
“No…” he whispers again. She just looks away.
He watched as the tears fell.