Chapter 113: Where We First Met
“The mind will always protect its owner. It can choose to erase or forget inconvenient memories such as memories that would hurt you. Overtime, your mind decided that it would be better if you forgot about the incident. Why? Because any memories of the incident may make you question the true identity of your savior and threaten the happiness that you currently have with Lucien.
But, what about the true savior who was conveniently forgotten? At first, he didn’t mind at all. He didn’t think he would see you again after the incident. Then to his surprise, he met you again when his brother introduced you to him as his step niece. Even then, he was just happy that you seemed happy. So what if everything was a misunderstanding? So what if she never looked or cared about him again?” Edward told me this story passively. Once again, he was referring to the hero as if it was someone else entirely. Just like that time he told me the story about his childhood.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked sadly. He could have told me...
“Why would I do that? Imagine how weird the whole situation would be. If I told you prior to this, you would have just said that it was Lucien. Worst, you could have said that you never got lost in the woods before in your life. Since the first day I met you again, I decided to stay away from you,” Edward said with a sad laugh.
“Then why did you approach me? Why did you try to make me remember after all this time?” I asked the burning question in my mind.
“Because you were no longer truly happy. Lucien cannot give you true happiness, Natalia. I’m not saying that I can but if there’s someone who can, it is not Lucien,” Edward stated this as if it was a fact set in stone.
“Why do you think that?” I asked suspiciously.
“I don’t just think it, Natalia. I know it. Why do you think you’re in love with Lucien? Is it because he was kind to you when he raised you? Is it because he’s handsome? Is it because he comforted you when you needed it?” Edward asked rhetorically with narrowed eyes.
“I...” I whispered. My answer dying on my tongue.