“That’s not romantic,” she snapped. “That’s fucking insane!”Lucas lowered his gaze slightly and no longer clenched his jaw as before. “Maybe yes, maybe no.”Lilith laughed, but it wasn’t amusement. It was pure fear. “You took my picture when I was a child. When I was a teenager, even at my father's funeral." Her voice cracked.“You weren't there...” Her voice was a little shaky this time.Lucas's eyes darkened. “I was there.”“No,” she whispered. “No, you weren't. I would remember if I had ever met you before.”“You don't remember much about me, Lilith.” Something in the way he said it made her chest feel tighter.She shook her head hard. “Stop it.”“You came back to me,” Lucas continued in a low voice. “Again and again and again.”“Stop it.” Lilith kept shaking her head, refusing to listen.“You always do it, Lilith.” Lucas walked toward Lilith, who was backing away.“JUST STOP IT!!” Lilith's voice echoed sharply throughout the room filled with antiques. Even the old wall clock tick
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