[AMYRA'S POV]
I was seated in a field filled with endless flowers.
The scenery was beautiful, but there was something even more dazzling.
There he was.
My dear.
He played with our kids.
Running with slow and deliberate steps as two small children chased after him.
Our children.
A boy and a girl.
Perfect, miniature reflections of us.
They smiled with pure joy as he let them catch him, lifting them into the air one by one and spinning them.
I watched it all as if it was a scene from a painting.
Warm and Eternal.
I just wanted time to stay like this—forever.
Then he turned toward me.
His crimson eyes softened.
His lips curved into a mischievous smirk.
"It's your turn now, Amyra," he said, approaching.
Before I could speak, I was weightless.
He lifted me into his arms like I was made of something precious.
My heart skipped.