When morning came, I realized I had woken up much earlier than usual. Even Lucian was still asleep this time. The day was just beginning, and I watched the crimson sunlight reflected on the window of the room.
The world I woke up to today felt drastically different from the day before. For some reason, it seemed like a day filled with hope.
Trying not to wake Lucian, I sat up in bed. I watched him again for a while, for an amount of time I could not measure. He looked so innocent while he slept.
At this moment, I didn’t even know which version of Lucian affected me so deeply. Was it his current self that made my heart race so wildly, or was it the old Lucian because his memories had returned? He used to be much more expressionless, much more lost.
Even when I first entered his room, h
