*Warren*
Sitting on the bench in the gardens, sipping wine, and listening to Ciana's story, wave after wave of confusion washed over me.
She was speaking about an incident eight years ago, and yet… I didn't remember it at all.
Lost in the woods? Wounded? Collecting a flower blossom for her from the top of a mountain on the cliff? I was fairly certain that if I had been there, I would remember at least a bit of this.
When she concluded her story with, “When I saw your bracelet, I knew for sure… you were the one. You were the young man I found in the woods all of those years ago. All this time, I have been dreaming of meeting you again." Her cheeks blush a dark crimson, and I understood that she was saying these things as more than just a girl who has found a long lost friend.
She had f
