Cherished

[DANTE]

She was there. Alive. Too alive to his liking. 

Dante wished that he would have preferred it if she was dead or sitting in the same room with the undeads in the next room. If it was possible, he would love to gouge his eyes out by himself. Maybe the book should reset itself, or maybe he should forget everything.

But he knew that forgetting was impossible unless Savina could fail again. Since it wasn’t possible, he let out a heavy sigh.

Savina didn’t move. She looked at him with annoyance. Her sharp brows shoot up as if she was challenging him while sitting on Alphonse’s lap. Oh, only if she knew who Alphonse was or what kind of crimes he had committed.

Nevertheless, he hated remembering how she had loved him while she couldn’t remember