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POV: Macy

When a knock sounds on the door, I freeze. Who would be here now? Who would be here anytime?

"Em, it's me," I hear Sebastian's voice say.

Wait- Em? He didn't call me that when he lost his memory. No one told him he called me that.

I rush to the door, flinging it open and hugging him like I haven't seen him in years.

He chuckles, hugging me back. "I'm back."

"How?" My voice is muffled by his shirt.

"Long story. Very long story."

I let go of him, looking up at him with a smile on my face. "I'll make tea, then."

Oh, how I missed that crooked smile of his.

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