We can Have a Cat

Percival's hand, which was applying the medicine, froze. His throat felt dry, and his voice seemed squeezed out, "Yes, I wasn't as good to you as you might think, I was pretty bad actually. But you truly liked me back then, and now I truly love you and want to take care of you for the rest of our lives."

Eulalia had no memory of their past; she lived in the lie Oliver and he had crafted, thinking that she and Percival had been deeply in love. She was eager to remember the past, not just to love Percival better now but also to feel justified in enjoying his affection for the rest of her life.

But now, Percival was telling her their past wasn’t good at all.

Eulalia wondered if there was any point in recovering her memory.

"Do you want to know about the past?" Percival asked cautiously.

Eulalia hesitated, then shook her head, "Let's leave the past in the past."

Percival quietly sighed in relief. If Eulalia had insisted on delving into their past, he really didn't know what he would have