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The riverbank was cold as usual. Lorcan wasn’t sure that walking along this riverbank before going back to Eudaiz was a good idea. It was associated with too many painful memories. But Orla had insisted. Perhaps she valued the good memories over the daunting experiences. She wanted to remember the good times they had spent here during their childhoods and the moment they had become childhood sweethearts.
They approached the large rock where Lorcan had always hopped up first and reached his hand out to bring her up with him. He always felt good doing that. It made him feel like a prince. Recalling the experience, he chuckled.
“What?” Orla asked.
He looked at the way her long hair blew in the wind and the way she squinted her eyes when the hair tangled in her face. He did what she alw
