Hunter’s POV:
“I remember,” I say, looking down in shock. Finally, the curtain has been lifted from the past, but a part of me wishes it was still there. Because I remember, I remember it all. Not just the pleasure, but the pain as well. All the crushing grief that threatened to bury me when Rosa died that day. I remember it all.
It would be easy to turn down my humanity, to let the emotions fade. Lock them away, so I didn’t have to feel them, but that would be a lie. A cheap shot of a lie that would only serve to prolong the pain. After all, locking away the feelings doesn’t mean they don’t exist, it's just a way of keeping them buried, so you don’t have to face them. So I don’t have to face her.
But I can’t. I can’t lock it all away. Not when I’ve only just remembered her. I- I need h
