My Sunflower My Universe//(Completed)

Chapter 28

Kana:" Gulf breathe, you are having a panic attack... Let him help you, he can calm you down.

" How can he calm me down Kana when he is not real...

He can't be real...

How is he standing in front of me right now?

Can everyone see him too? "

" Gulf please, just take the hand he is handing to you and we will feel better..."

"NO!"

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Mew's Pov

I had no intention on coming in here today, until I saw one of my background singers fawning over a man while looking at her phone.

She was explaining how talented he was, and how she absolutely must come and support him at the gallery today.

Curiosity got the better of me and I sneaked a peek at her phone.

On the outside I was keeping cool, but on the inside, my wolf and I were jumping up and down and screaming like a couple of little girls.

It's been such a long search.

Our mate is here.

And not just any random mate, it was HIM.

I was still apprehensive, but looking around the gallery I couldn't help but smile. Almost every single piece had something to do with our past lives of Tharn and Type.

Does he remember or he is trying to remember?

I knew when he came out of the office heading towards me.

I could hear him asking the little lady about  my scent.

I could hear every step he took walking to me.

Aran was beside me talking, but I blocked every other sound but him. I was finally going to see him again.

My heart jumped when he entered this room and I could hear his pace slowing down.

I kept my back to him, and continued to look at the painting. I needed to control myself first. I didn't want to scare him.

The painting was breathtaking and heart wrenching at the same time. It was the sunflower field where we first met. No matter how many lifetimes I go through, I could never forget this place.

The flowers looked painfully realistic, I could almost see them swaying from the wind.

Aran signaled to me that he was here.

I know he is.

Keep calm

Don't scare him.

All of this might just be coming out of his subconscious, there's still no credible evidence that he actually remembers his life as Type.

When I turned around and saw him looking at me. I had to dig my nails in my palms inside  of my pockets to keep myself from falling down  to my knees and cry in front of all these people.

Aran introduced us, and then he spoke to me.

Actual words came out of those beautiful plump lips to me.

But something is going on.

He was sending out distress pheromones and looking so pale.

I extended my hand so he could take it for support, but he is just looking at me.