Liar.

Hearing that was a confirmation of what Alyra already suspected, but why did it still hurt so much?

Perhaps because her throbbing head insisted that all the confusion her head seemed to have, with all of a sudden images, were, in fact, memories, and not just a non-lucid moment.

And even though a part of her already knew all of that, there was one thing that she couldn't forget, she lived for so much time believing in something that was not and was never real.

—But who were the ones who took care of me for so many years?—Alyra asked with some sadness.

Julien just sighed and started, after all, there was no one else who could reveal all these things to her, even because everyone had already delegated this task to him, and there would be no turning back. He couldn't do that to his girl, not any more.

—It wasn't years.—he started, and she quickly changed the eyes to him.—It was only a few months.

Alyra looked at him confused, thinking about how none of it made sense to her.