Chapter 100
Ella
Amethyst eyes continued to crinkle up at me even as he held up a hand for me to grab onto. That was when I realized I was lying down on the hard ground. I gratefully took my father’s hand, my eyes watering once our skin touches.
“You’re real,” I mumbled, in awe.
He smirked and it was like a punch to the gut. My father always used to smile at me like that when he’s amused. Seeing that exact same way he curved his lips, as if I was in on his mischiefs, brought so many memories to the front of my mind; an outpour of emotions from a dam I kept within me.
Blinking back the moisture in my eyes, I looked over his shoulder and sobbed at the sight of my mother. It was the same hooded eyes, the high cheekbones I inherited, the waving long locks, and her full lips. She was smili
