Third Person POV
Lucian frowned. He couldn’t remember how he had come out here, to the rose garden. He seemed to be losing track, not only of his thoughts, but time seemed to be slipping away from him as well. He looked around and sighed, before sticking his hands in his pockets and viewing the roses in quiet contemplation. For some strange reason, the red ones in particular reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Who did they remind him of? Why was it so difficult to remember things?
“I thought I might find you out here” came a soft voice and he turned, to see Katya sashaying towards him, a gentle smile on her lips, her eyes gleaming as she eyed him.
A smile came to his own lips. She was so beautiful, so kind, so caring. He was lucky to have her in his lif
