After a moment’s hesitation, Be recounted the strange thing that just happened to her.
“Do you believe it’s possible to hold memories that don’t belong to you?” she asked, her gaze lowered.
She was so lost that she didn’t notice the shifting emotions ying across Kristian’s face.
“But I can’t seem to remember anything now.
Is there something wrong with me?” she added with a distressed shake of her head.
Self-doubt crept in, leaving her to question her own mind.
Kristian found himself in a tight spot.
“Can you recall anything else?” he asked, attempting to mask his unease with calm.
“Beyond what you’ve shared, is there anything else thates to mind?”
Had Be not been preupied with her thoughts, she might have detected the tremor of nervousness in his voice.
Be shook her head, looking confused and distressed.
“No, that’s everything.
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Kristian, what’s happening to me?”
Kristian breathed a sigh of relief.
“I think you’re tired.
The stress and overthinking may be causing your mind to make up something that doesn’t exist,” he responded, gripping Be’s hand more firmly.
“Really?” Be asked softly.
“Of course!” Kristian eximed with conviction.
“What you need now is rest.
Promise me you won’t worry about anything that hasn’t happened.
”
He tried to hide his uneasiness as he hugged her, wary of arousing her suspicions.
Be nodded, believing Kristian’s exnation was reasonable.
She decided to suppress the perplexing thoughts and lingering doubts in her mind.
Despite Be showing no signs of suspicion, Kristian’s worry didn’t wane.
He feared she might recall more and sought to divert her focus entirely.
“The night is still young.
It’s been ages since I’ve been home.
Let’s make the most of it,” he said, cradling Be.
As he leaned down to lift her, Be resisted and pushed him away.
“I’m exhausted.
Maybe some other time,” she responded, shaking her head.
Kristian felt disappointed and immediately lost his urge.
Late into the night, Be drifted to sleep.
On the other hand, Kristian kept tossing and turning and could not fall asleep.
After wrestling with his thoughts for a while, he quietly got up and approached Elizabeth’s room.
“It’s me.
Open up,” he whispered, knocking softly at the door.