Aiden felt content in that moment.
His gaze simply lingered on Arwen's face, memorizing the delicate features he had never once forgotten in his life.
And yet, every time he looked at her, it felt like seeing her for the first time —like discovering something precious all over again.
He knew would never get tired of this. No matter how many times he had to do it, this —watching her sleep in his arms —was something he would always cherish.
His fingers moved slowly, gently outlining her lips, careful not to wake her up. Then they trailed upward to trace the bridge of her nose, and finally paused at her closed eyes.
The moment his fingertips brushed her eyelids, her expression twitched slightly,. He froze, not wanting to disturb her slumber.
But instead of pulling away, Arwen turned slightly to face him, shifting closer and rubbing her face gently against his chest.
He couldn't help but smile at her actions.
She was still as cute as she had always been.
Nothing had changed.
When he first saw her again at the Bureau of Civil Affairs, he thought she had changed over the years, losing the essence of innocence that she held unique in her.
However, soon after he realized that she hadn't lost it, rather, she was forced to forget them all.
He thought he lost part of her because he couldn't protect her well …
But finally seeing the same side of her resurfacing again, he felt relieved.
The arm she was lying on tightened gently around her frame, and his other hand moved to take hers.
Their wedding rings caught the silver glow of the moonlight, glinting like the silent promises in the dark.
He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the rings, his voice low and reverent.
"Thank you for choosing me, again, Moon," he whispered against her skin, his smile deepening as he recalled her words from earlier. "I can wait for you until eternity, if that's what it takes to have you in my arms forever."
With that, he closed his eyes, content to fall asleep beside her.
But the next moment, his breath hitched when he heard her murmur —so softly it could have been the wind.
"Forever with you will be a blessing, Ide."
If he hadn't been lying so close to her, he might have thought he imagined it.
But he had heard it.
Clear. Undeniable …maybe.
She didn't just promise him forever —she called him by the name he thought had long been forgotten.
Ide!
Did she really call him that?
His heart raced. Almost bolting upright, he stared down at her face, searching for any sign —any flicker in her expression to confirm what he just heard.
But she was still sleeping, nestled in his arms, unaware of the storm she had just stirred in him.
That name … frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
It was not just a name. It was a memory —a shared piece of their past. One that he never was able to forget and one that she no longer remembered.
He wouldn't lie —he had longed to hear her call him that again.
But now that she had, he couldn't fully rejoice.
Was she … remembering?
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