Ayen never thought he would find a place for himself in this world. He was like a wandering soul, trying to survive for as long as he could.
He had long accepted that he might die somewhere alone. Ayen had long forgotten if there was a time when he felt happy. Like, genuinely happy.
Ayen could not remember having such moments even in the clan.
His lips trembled as he bit into it. His heart was bursting, but for once, it was not from resentment.
He was so happy to hear that they needed him... and not just because he was their guide. In a world where Ayen was only seen for his worth and nothing else.
To feel their warmth and sincerity against his skin made him all the more emotional.
Maybe he finally found where he belonged. He truly hoped so.
