Jayden watches her from the dark in her room. He watches her every breath, the rise and fall of her chest. He has known her forever, followed her everywhere. Sometimes he feels as if he does not belong, he grew up in a different time and those times will always be entrenched within him, but he knows even though it goes wrong every time, he will always be with her, no matter what. Through all the years when he has sent his soul to search for her, he had witnessed her every tear, her every smile, and he always wishes he could rather be there to hold her hand and to wipe her tears. Every time she chooses Kieran, and she dies, the life she leaves behind resonates in his soul, until years later when he can sense her again, and then once again the hope that she would choose him, choose true love and not her idea of love, burns in his heart. He is truly tired of being here, tired of repeating the whole painful process.
When Heather stirs in her sleep, she mumbles Kieran’s name, and Jayden feels the old wound in his heart open up again. He feels as if he is drowning in his own sorrow.