LILITH

The drive back home was spent in comfortable silence.

There’d never been a need to force conversation or make small talk between us. Not since the day we met.

Moreover, I had a feeling he was deliberately keeping quiet now. Giving me space because he knew my mind was elsewhere.

Which it was.

I was thinking: was there something I used to be passionate about?

Something I truly wanted to do but never got the chance?

Maybe the fusion of memories from two lives had blurred the lines too much, but I couldn’t quite recall anything with certainty.

Still… I vaguely remembered having an interest in architecture. Then later,...