Love The Way He Lied

The carriage came to a stop.

She stepped down carefully, wincing as her foot touched the ground. The familiar sight of her house brought a flicker of comfort—but not relief. Inside, everything was quiet.

"Kyel?" she called, glancing through each room.

No answer.

He wasn't home. A soft sigh slipped past her lips as she returned to the living room and gently eased herself onto the couch.

She hadn't meant to fall asleep.

But exhaustion pulled at her, and before long, the world faded.

Then a "Dream"

She stood beneath a canopy of silver leaves.

The air shimmered, still and ethereal, as if she had entered another realm entirely. A soft wind stirred the branches, but no sound followed. The silence was perfect, strange.

And then she saw him.

A little boy stood a few feet away. He looked no older than eight, with tousled black hair and striking blue eyes that shimmered with intelligence far beyond his age.

"You shouldn't have met him," the boy said simply, as if stating a fact.

Eva blinked. "Met who?"

"But you did," he continued, ignoring her question. "I guess you can't run from destiny. It was always meant to happen."

There was a strange sorrow in his voice, like he'd seen this before.

"Who are you talking about?" she asked again.

"You don't need to know," the boy said softly. "But now that you have… just make sure not to die this time."

Her breath caught.

"…How do you know that I'm living my second life?"

The boy smiled faintly. "I can't tell you that."

"What's your name?"

"Leo."

Her lips curved. "That's a cute name."

"It suits me," he said with a proud little smirk.

She reached out to him, instinctively. "Wait—Leo, please…"

But he was already fading, light scattering from his form like dust in wind.

"Don't worry," his voice echoed faintly, "we'll meet again. Just remember my name."

"Leo!"

"Princess…"

Her eyes opened with a start.

Kyel knelt beside her, brown eyes warm and filled with concern.

The soft early sun lit his hair, casting gold into the dark strands.

"Why are you sleeping here?" he asked gently.

She blinked in confusion. "Leo…"

"Who's Leo?" Kyel asked, brow furrowing.

"There was a boy—he was just here.

He said…" Her voice trailed off. She looked around the room, now empty and quiet.

"Oh… it was a dream. Just a dream."

"Dream?" Kyel echoed.

She gave a small nod. "A strange one."

Without pressing further, Kyel leaned in and wrapped his arms around her. His embrace was warm, solid—real.

"Don't worry. If it was a nightmare… I'm here now."

A faint smile touched her lips. She leaned into his chest, letting herself breathe in the scent of him, the feeling of safety he always brought.

But when she tried to sit up, a sharp sting shot through her leg. She winced.

"What happened to your leg?" Kyel asked.

"I… had a little accident," she said quickly, waving it off. "It's nothing serious."

His frown deepened. "Did you eat anything this morning?"

She shook her head.

"Alright," Kyel said, rising. "Stay here. I'll cook something for us."

"You don't have to—"

"No. You're injured. You rest."

"What you want to eat."

She smiled, touched by his care. "Then anything is fine. You know I love everything you make."

He smiled and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Then I'll make something special."

As he disappeared into the kitchen, the scent of warm breakfast soon began to fill the house.

Eva sat quietly on the couch, the dream still haunting the corners of her mind.

Leo… Who are you really?

And why did you feel so familiar?

But for now, she let the thoughts settle like dust in sunlight.

Because the man she loved—her Kyel—was near.

And breakfast was on the way.