~{INGRID'S POV}~
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"My third life?" I asked in horror but he smiled in his usual calmness as he led me to a wooden chair under the three.
When he sat only me down, I frowned as he went around the chair and stood behind me.
As I bent my neck backwards so I could look up at him, he smiled and gently returned my head to facing forward.
And in such softness I have never felt in a long time, he ran his fingers through my hair and my toes curled in my yellow flats as I half closed my eyes.
"I miss doing this," he said with such fondness it made me smile.
And with pure ease, he began to plait it at a very mindful pace like he had done it a thousand times.
"I don't remember my previous lives," I finally said.
"That's expected."
"Do you have a previous life?" I curiously asked.
"Not at all. I have been alive since day one up until this point," he answered and I blinked in surprise.
"I want to get my memories back," I finally let him know.
"You should," he agreed with ease.
