I will always love you

Mature: Violence, language and torture
"Is it really you, love," The man said, his dark brown eyes meeting Curt's and everything fell into place. He knew where he knew him from, those eyes, he'd never forget them. He used to say they were prettier than all the stars in the sky combine.

"Owen?" Curt asked, choked with tears.

"Hello, Love," Owen responded smiling through his tears.