"Pardon? So suddenly?" Alexandria's voice wavered, clearly taken aback by the urgency in his tone. Her brows knit together in concern as she noticed the tears still slipping down Florian's cheeks. Without thinking, she stepped closer.
Florian flinched.
His body jerked at the subtle movement, breath shallow, hands twitching at his sides.
Alexandria froze, startled.
Florian was trembling—not from the cold, not from fear of her—but something deeper, older. Something embedded in memory.
But not his own.
Not entirely.
His heart was pounding too fast, his skin clammy with sweat. He could feel it—the weight of that night again. The bitter, choking stillness before a storm of screaming.
'These emotions again… they're not mine.'
It was déjà vu—but sharper. More vivid than before.
