(Kieran)
I lay there beside her, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing against my chest. The room was still, the kind of quiet that made the moment feel fragile like it could shatter if I moved or spoke.
But inside me, it was anything but quiet. My thoughts were loud and chaotic, all on the fact that she was here. After everything, after all the time we'd lost, Lina—or Isabella, as she had been before—was here, in my arms.
My hand moved up slowly, brushing a strand of her hair from her face. She didn't stir, but she made a soft sound, almost like a sigh, and it sent warmth rushing through me. I couldn't stop looking at her. I didn't want to. She was the one thing I thought I'd never get back, the one thing I thought I'd lost forever. And now, here she was.
She remembered me. Not just as Lina, but as Isabella too. She had all those memories, all those moments we'd shared before everything fell apart.
