Sebastian loathed insects. He detested food with a peculiar texture, and anything slimy or wriggly was on his list of dislikes. It appeared that Isla had uncovered every one of his aversions by reading his memory.
He felt it was only fair if he knew what she disliked.
But when she was asked, she answered, "I hate insects, strange food, and anything slimy and wriggly too."
Sebastian's face darkened. "Because of me..."
Trauma was like a curse. He spread that curse to her, and he hated his memory for it. "Without knowing my past, you must be the most perfect person ever. Like that certain someone..."
Isla hummed as she sipped the alcohol she stole from Kisara's birthday party from the bottle. After some thinking, she whispered, "I was afraid of ghosts."
"But I no longer fear it. In fact, I want to see my sister's ghost if she's still here..." Isla muttered.
Sebastian turned to her. "What else?"
