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ADRIA’S POV.

I took it out, and happiness flooded my heart. The happiness I had felt when I had received it.

The fact that those memories could be happy memories that I wanted, brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t remember. Why? Why was I feeling so happy just by seeing a tumbler?

Then, as I kept on studying it. The memory had become clear. Lucien had given me the tumbler. I turned to him wondering why he would give me a tumbler, smiling when we were enemies, and then, I recalled his name.

With the recollection of his name, everything suddenly hit me like a blast. I recalled lots of faces, and everything about me. I became myself.

How had I lost control, and killed those helpless humans? How?

And why was I about to kill Lucien?

“Lu… Lucien.” I called, but it was so hard to speak. My throat was dry, and unused. He looked at me with relief, and joy flooding his eyes, and I tried hard not to break down.

“Lucien.” I called again, and my breath came out in hitches. My hand found his fa