His fingers still circled my wrist as the warmth gradually left them.
I spoke softly to the man growing cold before me.
"My legs have worked perfectly well in this life. I would never let the fire catch me again."
At last, my tears fell, striking the back of his cold hand.
Suddenly, I wondered whether our rebirth had never been meant to fulfill Adrian's wish.
Perhaps it had been meant for me.
It had given me the chance to begin again and finally have what I wanted.
In the end, I resented Julian a little.
I resented him for hiding the truth until he was dying, leaving me with a single sentence to ponder for the rest of my life.
I kept wondering when, across all those decades, he might have accidentally betrayed himself.
Was it the night I babbled with fever and he sat beside my be
