Della’s POV
Memories were magical, more vivid than any cameras or recordings. Unlike any devices, we couldn’t delete the things we wanted to forget.
Instead, memories became like a broken recorder that kept playing a scene before our eyes over and over again, retrieving all the emotions we’ve worked hard to push into the deepest depths of our hearts.
And the simplest thing as hearing a word connected to the past was the trigger.
My breathing hitched as I fell into a daze. Despite where I was, it felt like I was in a different dimension. All I saw and fell into was connected to three years ago.
I was once again standing on the stage at the kingdom, wet palms and an aching heart, as I watched on the screen Kylian carrying Flora away from danger, his evident worry and panic reflecting in his eyes and actions.
“I have no regrets,” he said in all seriousness as he held Flora tighter and protectively by his side, pulling her towards the door as Luna Lauren and her men let them.