@lightandflame​​ said: “This is where we first met isn’t it?”
“You remember?” A bright burst of hope bloomed in the bottom of his stomach, and even he could hear the ache in his own voice--and if he could hear it, he knew damn well Emily could hear it, too, loud and clear, but he couldn’t cut it out, he couldn’t push it out, he just couldn’t. He had thought she would never remember. He had thought all the memories he had made with her would be a thing only he could carry, a thing only he wanted to carry, really--Emily had known such little love and laughter in her last life, and why would she want to remember that? Why would she want to let that take up room in her head or her heart?Â
But if she did--if she did remember him, the way she had met him, if she remembered all the words he had said to her and all the words she had said to him and all the times he had kissed her and--the heat of a flush flooded Merlin’s face, and he swallowed a little too hard. Emily didn’t love him in this life. Not the way she had in the last.
“You remember?” Merlin echoed, a little less certain this time, a little less sure. Maybe Emily still didn’t want to remember. Maybe Freya, all the pain, all the fear, of that life, would only upset her. He bit his lip, and snatched a quick glance up at her, through his own hair in his eyes. “Y-You remember--um--meeting me? Here?”           Â
