Chapter 173: Love was already impossible for her

Three years and twelve seasons had passed since the time I left Belcoot, devastated. I kept a strong facade upon leaving the castle, telling myself repeatedly I shouldn’t look back. I nearly ran back to Hugo that night, but Bowie carried me away to stop me.

He carried me while I cried my heart out and bawled my eyes until I could walk on my own. It took days, many days, for that.