“If you have forgotten your memories from the rose garden in Swane, our jaunts through Verdier’s lush forests, and those stolen kisses on Thisse’s bridge, then I am willing to release you,” Damien declared.
Chloe’s lips quivered in silence. The memories she yearned to erase spilled out at the sound of his voice, playing out vividly before her eyes.
“Not all memories are good memories.”
“What do you mean?”
Studying Damien’s impassive countenance, Chloe swallowed the storm of emotions that threatened to escape. “Good memories are beautiful moments that we cherish forever, yet there are also painful recollections that torment us because we cannot forget them.”
“So, you find it painful that you cannot forget me.”
Unable to refute his response, Chloe tightened her grip on her skirt. “I was doing just fine without you.”
Damien nodded. “I can see that.”
