~ Clyde’s POV
I can’t tell you who you are…
It hurts watching you, knowing you don’t remember me. Knowing I spent years bleeding for you, breaking the laws of this world and the next. And yet, when you look at me, there’s nothing.
Some nights, the weight of it chokes me.
Your voice. Your scent.
All of it drives me insane. But I chose this distance. I had to. I looked up at the pale moonlight, the bottle of champagne cold in my hand.
It’s been so long…
And yet it feels like yesterday when I wiped your memories, erased everything we were.
“What do you plan on doing with her?” Caspian’s voice echoed through the shadows, stepping through the wall like a ghost.
“How long has it been since we shapeshifted?” I asked out of nowhere.
“476 years,” he said.
If I lose you again, I won’t su
