BLOODBATH

He sighed deeply, relishing the sweetness of the memory. He stored it like valuable jewels in a special part of his mind, somewhere he could access it at will. Somewhere he would never forget.

And yet…he still didn’t feel certain that she would forgive him. He knew that it was out of his hands. He knew that all he could do was give her a chance to make her own decision, to arrive at her own conclusion. He had no part to play in that decision.

He did have a lot to feel optimistic about though. For one, she had reached out for him when she’d needed a partner to save her life. The healer had explained the concept to him but he couldn’t help doubting it.

If Emilia saw him as her partner, why then was she so hell-bent on leaving? Even after finding out she was pregnant, she had turned down his offer for them to raise the child together.

Every time he felt as if he was starting to understand Emilia better, he was thrown around in a circle and then he realized he didn’t know her so well afte