ATHENA'S POV.I closed my eyes once more, the moment I opened them. The light was too bright in contrast to the darkness I'd always seen nearly all my life. I blinked a few times, and opened it again, slowly. When I saw their feet, I knew immediately that something was wrong, but that didn't stop me from looking up at them. Everywhere was blurry. Their faces were blurred, but still I gasped. I could see. All around me was white, and I couldn't really make out things, but I could see!My eyes watered, and I began to stare at everything. From my shirt to my hands, then to the bed, to the ground, back to Tristan and the doctor's faces, which were still blurred.I stared at literally everything in the hospital ward, unable to believe I was really seeing. A little gasp escaped my lips, and I placed my hands over them. My eyes were watering. Who knew I would be able to see again? I had totally given up on sight after the Daniel issue.I got so emotional, and began to cry.The joy was

TRISTAN'S POV.The new feeling that was arising from staring at Athena was love. I had really fallen in love with her.Okay, my conclusion seems crazy, right?I had only been attracted to her because she was beautiful and my first love. I had never really thought it could be love.Love was something that I didn't think I could experience anymore. Love with its comforting scent, hazy smiles, colorful dreams, and brilliant skies. The last time I had been in love had been so long that I had confused it with mere attraction. I had thought to myself, I only liked who she had been when she was younger—Beautiful, confident, fearless, reckless.I had thought that even though she wasn't all that anymore, she was still Athena, and I had felt a deep fondness and attraction for her.Getting married to her had been thrilling, yet I was blind to the truth that whatever personality Athena turned out to have, I would still love her. She was beautiful in and out, and it suddenly struck me that she

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

TRISTAN'S POV.Who knew that playing a game meant for children would be fun and a little romantic?I had wondered if I'd be able to play hide and seek in the filthy, abandoned house, but it felt even more fun. I was going to deliberately scare Athena and delay in finding her, so she was going to come out first, and I woule be able to ask for a longer kiss. I smiled to myself, with my hands dug deep in my pockets."One." I counted, and smiled again. Her heart had been beating loud without control in the barley field. Was she already liking me? That fast? Well, it was probably because she was more sure of what she wanted after regaining her sight. "Two." I counted, slowly. Then I began to look around. Alpha Ghosts, my foot. The story had probably been to scare us from going into the ruined, old and dusty house. Everything in the living room was still intact and I doubted a fight between three Alphas could happen, and the house would still have a place as intact as that. The women mu

ATHENA'S POV.I placed my hand in Tristan's, as we walked away from the house. Hiding there had not been a pleasant experience, but I was glad Tristan and I had gotten memories from it.Memories we could keep. Memories of being at a crime scene.I almost laughed at my own ridiculous thoughts. What pleasant memories could have been formed at a crime scene? I was terrified just by waiting in that room.There was its disorganized state, the things falling, with me having no recollection of touching them; the ripped up doll, the woman in the mirror that seemed more like I had imagined it the more I thought about it, and the blood on the bed…Everything about the room screamed murder. Tristan and I didn't walk much before getting to the beach, and there was the sunset in front of us.“Wow! It's beautiful!” I exclaimed softly. I had never paid attention to the sunset when I had my eyes. Even if I had, those moments were all lost in the sea of young memories. Instead, I had heard of people