IVAN POV
I stood outside on the training ground, the cool air brushing against my bare chest as I focused on my movements. The sound of my fists hitting the punching bag echoed in the room, a rhythmic beat that matched the pounding of my heart. I had been training for hours, trying to push away the thoughts that plagued my mind.
Arianne, her name whispered through my thoughts like a ghost, haunting me even in the solitude of my training. She never left my mind, not even when the bond was broken. All I felt was just emptiness, for the void in my life to be filled back with her beautiful presence. And now, now I finally have her back in my home, in our home even though she doesn't remember anything but still she was in our room and there is still nothing that I could do about it.
