Chapter 47 : When the Past Won’t Speak II
Al's POV
I couldn’t help but smile at the memory.
I turned my head slightly and looked at Elysia, now peacefully sleeping beside me. Her chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, her features soft and serene under the moonlight pouring through the window.
I closed my eyes, trying to drift off as well—but my thoughts wouldn’t quiet down. They raced in every direction, stirring things I shouldn’t be thinking about.
Ruby. My past. That lingering ache of the unknown.
I wanted to remember. Every fiber of my being itched with the urge to recall something—anything—that could piece together who I once was.
But at the same time... a quiet voice inside me whispered: Move forward.
This life I have now—with Elysia—it’s warm. It’s calm. It’s ideal.
And I
