Bab 612: What Could Have Happened

(From Blue's Perspective)

I tried to think. I truly did. But I simply could not remember. I could not picture it in my mind.

Dem groped my breasts from behind. I sighed.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

I was sweaty. The sweat was drying, but I still felt rather hot. I increased the temperature of the room, but it was not cold yet.

"I can't remember," I said.

"Remember what?"

"Draven's face. I never forgot, not even for a moment. But then, for the last few years, his face kind of went a little blurry. Now, I can't picture him anymore."

 "Isn't that a good thing?" Dem asked.

"Maybe. But it's unsettling. I am not used to… Usually, he is always there in the back of my head. But now… I don't know, Dem. It's weird."