♱ Chapter • 122 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅•♱ •⋅ Elaine ⋅•♱

Asra cried like a child.

No.

It’s not right to say that. The person who looked like that Asra - cried like a child without comfort.

"It’s okay" I said again and again as she clung to me, but even though she (whoever she was) wasn’t Asra..., it didn’t bother me.

When...