The kiss in our flower field was the first, where he promised to stay by my side as long as he lived.
Where did that memory disappear to?
“I fell in love with you that day.”
His voice whispered against my side. I felt myself curl into his body with ease, without question or wondering where we
were as we both looked up towards the blue bright sky.
“You love me?”
I didn’t dare to look at him as I felt his arm wrap around my waist tightly. We’d never said such things to each other. I
wondered if we ever would again.
“Did you seal that memory away?”
“I never meant to keep it from you. That was just the one I kept for myself. The one that got me through the moments when I
felt lost and helpless that I couldn’t get back to you, to save you.”
“It’s alright. We're together now, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are.”
He kissed the top of my head, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach dance for him. I missed him, his warmth, his
gentleness, the stable boy and the man I grew to love and adore.
“Did we win?” I asked and he flinched at the question. “Nicholas, did we at least win?”
Leaning up, I looked down at him. His face was filled with sorrow and loss. Looking around then, I noticed we were in that
very field. The same field of our childhood. Only now, I realised something didn’t feel right, something was off.
“The truth is, I don’t know. I just wanted to be here with you.”
“Nicholas, we cannot leave our family to fight in a battle we created.”
He sighed, leaning up on his forearms, the sadness haunting his eyes as I looked at him sternly. If I wasn’t able to keep them
all safe, it was his job to do that. He lowered his gaze from me and sighed intensely.
“I do not know how to get back.”
“I know a way.”
A large bellowing voice filled the field as light beamed down from the sky with the shape of a body hidden within it. The
light blinded us both for a few moments until it faded. It still did not reveal to whom the voice belonged to.
“My children, I believe now is most certainlynotyour time. You sacrificed so much just to be with each other. Sometimes
my magic has a way of working itself between people, connecting them, entangling their paths with one another so no matter
how much you try, you will always find each other again.”
Quick to our feet, I bowed at who I believed the voice belonged to. Nicholas did the same without question. If this was
