Jules pov
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.
I was nervous, and it wasn't because I was scared he was gonna spit fire at me with the intent of burning me alive.
I was more scared because of the fact that he might not be able to recognize me like he hadn't been able to after he finished dealing with our fathers. Thinking about that was enough to make my heart ache every time. That was the reason for half of the nightmares I had since
our lives returned back to a semblance of normality.
It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that he has been mourning me this whole time. A part of me acknowledged the fact that this just means he had meant pretty much affected by my absence like I had been completely broken ever since because of his absence in my life.
