08-11-2018, 11:38 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: black;"]If she remembered that she had two daughters of her own, she would've hurried to them and she would have apologized to them for leaving and beg for their forgiveness. But, she was clueless. About her past. About everything. She had no clue who had attacked her and left her with an gash on her head, taking away at least ninety percent of her memories. Everything until a few weeks ago- she could not recall. So when Zjarr approached, she would blink in her puzzlement as he spoke and she would flinch from hearing the malice in his tone.
"I'm sorry, but, who are you talking about? I have no recollection of anything aside from a few weeks ago to today." Lunafreya would attempt to explain to Zjarr, frowning and lowering her head in submissiveness. "Er- could you explain, please?"
"I'm sorry, but, who are you talking about? I have no recollection of anything aside from a few weeks ago to today." Lunafreya would attempt to explain to Zjarr, frowning and lowering her head in submissiveness. "Er- could you explain, please?"