The scene unfolded before Leo like a nightmarish movie. He watched, helpless, as the memory of that fateful day in the village played out once more. Flames consumed houses, chaos reigned, and the sounds of battle filled the air. The pain was unbearable, as he relived every moment leading up to Asher's death.
But this time, there was a crucial difference. Asher stood beside him, a reassuring presence that demanded his attention. His father's figure was a reminder that Leo couldn't escape this memory anymore; he had to confront it head-on.
"You have to face the past, Leo," Asher's voice gently nudged him to continue watching, to relive the nightmare he had tried to bury for so long.
Leo's tear-filled eyes met Asher's gaze, pleading for understanding. "But, father, I had to shut this memory out," he confessed, his voice quivering with the weight of his hidden pain.
