The last story for this prompt may be my favorite one I have written. At the end of the story, you can find a song that helped this story come to life along with the prompt itself, it might make it an experience to listen to while reading. Honestly, this story is a combination of little fantasies and stories I have been telling for a few days. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I adored writing it.

I knew his name the moment our eyes locked. I don’t know how I knew his name or how I knew his favorite color, crystal blue the color of my eyes, or his favorite ice cream, cookie dough. His golden eyes had been swimming around in my dreams for so long that I can’t remember the first time I saw them. I knew how he would say my name and how a sigh would slip between his lips as he said it. I felt my skin prickle into goosebumps as a ghost of his touch brushed down my arm. His eyes have yet to leave me, and I feel like an entire world is between us. He is too far away, yet he still steals the air around me. My eyes water as they fill with tears. Tears I would have shed over the years he had been gone, had I remembered him, had I known he was no longer in my life.

“How do I know you?” I whisper into the air and hope the wind carries my words to his ears. His hand reaches up and brushes his long black hair behind his ear and his lips curve up into a smile meant only for me. I have never stared into someone’s eyes for so long. I always get so anxious and find a way to look away, but now I am afraid. I am afraid that if I look away from the man standing across the road he will disappear, and my heart cannot take another break like that.

“Amelia.” I hear him and I listen for the rush of air of a sigh that falls from his lips. He crosses the road and stands in front of me. His hands reach out to touch my face and I step back. Shock fills his eyes. The golden eyes with little purple flecks that my dreams could never get right. “I am so sorry I did not come back sooner. I promised you I would come back for you.” He says with his arms by his side and his hands shoved into his pockets. He looks down at me, my head comes even with his shoulders. My eyes are still locked on his. I remember the way he smells when he gets out of the shower.

“How do I know so much about you but not know you.” I say, fighting the urge to touch him to be sure he is real. He unclenches his fist and reaches out for my hand. I let him touch me and lighting runs up my arm and into my chest. I can’t breathe and I gasp for the air that just rushed from my lungs. My head spins. I know how his lips feel on mine. I know how his laugh fills a room and makes everyone smile. I know that he has a freckle on the bottom of his foot. I know this man and he is mine to know. I remember the way he looks when he sleeps peacefully beside me.

“Amelia.” He says, and the sigh that always follows my name. As if saying my name has given him life, has allowed him to breathe finally. While he breathes, I feel as if there is no air left for me, but I would give him every ounce of air in my body for him to say my name again.

“Kylo.” I say and my brain feels as though it has exploded. The world fades away and I am standing in a white room with a small, locked chest in the middle of the room. There are no doors and no windows, just the chest. I walk forward, crouching in front of the chest. I touch the lock, and it falls open in my hand. Excitement fills my chest as I unlatch the lid and crack open the chest. The memories flood in, filling every blank space that I had ever questioned in my memory. Every memory of Kylo. Falling in love with him. Finding out he wasn’t human. Telling him I loved him, and I didn’t care that he was not human. Begging to go with him when he was called away from earth.

I was young, but I knew he was mine. I knew that the universe had given me a soulmate from another world. There was never a question. All the failed relationships in the last 15 years finally made sense. The one I was looking for, my person, wasn’t even in the same solar system as me. The memories continued to flood in, and I got to the end, the part where Kylo and I were torn apart. I could feel how my heart had crumbled and crippled me. He was called away, made to fight in a war that had nothing to do with him. He had come of age to join his world’s military and was forced to go. I wanted to go with him, but humans could not survive in the world he was from, and he was going to war. He protected me by guiding my memories into a locked chest in my mind.

I would never have been able to live life without him had I remembered him. Things had been seeping out of the chest over the years. His eyes haunting every dream and his voice saying my name with a sigh. Those were the dreams I woke up from happy and sad at the same time. I had a broken heart but couldn’t remember why. Now, I had my memories back and Kylo had returned to me.

“Amelia.” He said again, the sigh, his hands cupping my face. Our eyes locked. His thumbs were wiping away the tears that poured from my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

“I didn’t think you would ever return.” I say through my tears. A knot in the back of my throat almost choked me. “I never forgot you.”

“I fought so hard to come back to you.” He smiles down at me and kisses me as if trying to make up for the past 15 years. He kissed me as if he were trying to erase every second I had lived without him, every second he had been forced to live without me. Peace settled within my soul, and I was home.