THE WICKED WOLF
It didn't feel real, but if this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up from it.
With my hand intertwined with Vasi’s, we walked to the fortress together. It is a comfortable silence and, unlike our arrival a few days ago, she is a willing participant.
She isn’t running away or planning to. She did not threaten to leave me the moment I looked away, and I did not tell her that there was nowhere for her to go because I would catch her and find her every time.
Vasi is here.
With me.
Choosing me even without the memories of us to make her stay.
She is holding my hand and smiling up at the fortress and wanting to be here with me.
As much as I would like her to remember it all, it is quite gratifying for her to choose me again and to choose me without anything else.
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