“It’s not so easy to tell him is it girl? Not when he doesn’t remember you at all. He just cares but he doesn’t know why.”

“He’ll remember.”

“Oh look at you, with all your confidence and faith in him when he barely remembers you.”

“But he is! He will.”

“Are you so certain, White Flower… are you so sure? Do you still have your faith in destiny.”

“Not in Destiny… but in him I do.”

“We shall see about that. When you burn again we shall see if he comes for you.”

It had been a secret arrangement when she had received the missive from the brethren of her prior handler. It had been easy to assume that the missive was sent to address the Order’s concern that the one Finn called the ‘Plague’ was in the same area as Avy and Finn, and more so that the Plague herself was cohabitating with another man of interest for the Order.

Avy had no interest in the affairs or concerns of the Order especially when she knew that her freedom from the Order had made her a ventured for target. More so now that she had found Finn. It was easy to consider it happenstance but Avy knew more then ever this wasn’t just finding him… it was a reunion.

Every new skin, every new shell helped little by little for her to remember the past and to remember the names he had worn and the men he once had been. Some things and moments were better left forgotten but with him it was different. He had ever been the one constant in her lives that she would never change.

Avy knew well that the Order wanted them together more then anything if only for the promise of offspring as the sole survivors of the immortal lines intertwined through the Order’s forging. Still she knew deep down that it had to be more then that between them. She would always believe there was more between them.

A hand ran through her hair as she adjusted to her new shell. A bit older, a bit more slender, a bit taller now even as she was waiting so patiently for him to change as well. The more he changed in his shell the more he would remember her.

The more it would make it easier to speak three little words. Those three little words that meant everything and yet were so simple and small she had held within her heart for centuries now. She had waited so long to tell him and would wait even longer if need be.

If only he would remember…

Avy could be patient. She had to be. She had crossed fires and mobs for him, had become an outcast and a rebel for him.

After all these years and lives, what was just one more life to wait for him to believe in her again… to have him remember what she was to him and the silent truth… that he was everything to her.