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ATHENA'S POV.

The memory that flashed in my head was a very faint one. It also had with it, a familiar smell. The smell of home-baked bread. I remembered the barley field. I just couldn't remember me or anyone playing in it.

Yes, the memory of the barley field was faint, but it brought with it, a kind of strong nostalgic feeling.

The day I faintly remembered was probably lost in the countless days, and years that had zoomed past. Lost in a time I couldn't reach, nor go back to, lost in my sea of memories.

I had too many hurtful memories and they had buried the happy ones.

I got out of the car afterwards, and Tristan was standing in front of the barley field with his hands in his pockets. Wind blew his hair gently, and the way he closed his eyes made me know he was reminiscing a thousand memories.

Too sad only him could remember them.

"There was a day you fell, and bled so hard. You weren't healing and we began to worry, not knowing you had been the one rubbing it impatiently. Not