Present…
"I'm sorry," Ezra whispered it almost immediately, the words slipping out right after the memory surfaced.
"Mhm?" Lior hummed, pulling back just enough to look at him. "Why are you still sorry?"
"It's nothing," Ezra said, forcing a small smile, as if that would be enough to brush it away.
He didn't know why that memory came back.
Out of everything.
That was a memory he wanted to stay buried.
But...
Maybe because of how ironic it was.
His current situation.
The child he once tried so hard to get rid of… was the same child he had just nearly lost, the same one he had been desperate to get back.
'…what was I thinking back then?'
When Ezra left for his so-called vacation, he never meant to stay long. If anything, he had planned everything already.
He would go somewhere far, somewhere quiet, get it done, and return as if nothing had happened.
Like it never existed.
Like Lior never existed.
