False Reality | Book Three

Chapter XII

"Remember, you don't say a word," I tell Davion as he sits on my window sill. He nods his head quickly, eyes wide with excitement. I somehow decided I was to surprise Grim. I cannot wait to be like "hey, I remember you and I now love you again, can you love me as well?" and then kiss him harder than I ever have before. Granted, I've only kissed him about three times and those times were pretty hard...whatever. The short of it is I cannot wait to see his reaction.

From what Davion has told me, Grim has been miserable. He's been a sulking mess, one who constantly grumbles about me. Davion also told me I changed Grim for the better. Apparently, he's given Azrael more freedom. Azrael. God, I cannot wait to see that annoying snake--or white-haired boy--again. And Zeuxis. I cannot wait to hug him and thank him for being there for me, no matter what.

I remember everything from when I didn't have my memory. How was I so stupid? I saw Grim countless times. He was in my room sometimes and always talked to me in my dreams. And that lip piercing! Oh my God! I fell in love with his eyebrow piercing, but his lip piercing is my new favorite thing. I remember watching him silently bite his lip as he thought and whenever he would smile it would twinkle. I'm completely obsessed with that thing. I cannot wait to feel it against my lips.

A few months ago, I would have scolded myself for thinking that, but I seriously cannot wait to kiss Grim. It feels like I'm deprived of him.

I was so stupid in the past. I hope he forgives me for ever going against him like that. I remember his hurt words, saying I would be betraying him and everyone else. Now that I look back on my naive self, I wish I could go back in time and slap her. She's like that annoying username someone made in middle school and cannot change it. How dare she go running into the woods like that and take matters into her own hands? Such an idiot.

My brain has physically shut down from thinking. Ever since I figured out I am, in fact, not human, I haven't really found the power to think about that. I don't want to, in fact. I'll let Azrael or someone else figure it out. I know we will in due time, much like Thanatos told me.

Thanatos...I still cannot believe I talked to that dude--or God--or um...retired God? I chew on my lip as I think of that and run my fingers through my hair, a motion I now realize I picked up from Grim. How was I so stupid? I looked at myself every day and thought that something was missing. Now that I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes are their bright black again. They are no longer the dark gray, and I figure it's because I am finally myself. I'm the real Cassiopeia. I'm not the Cassiopeia who has forgotten about the past year of her life. I'm me. And there is no other person I would want to be.

I used to hate my life, but now that I look back on it, I hated my life before. My life now is filled with friends, love, loyalty, and well...it's not boring. If I leave out the fact my life was threatened every few seconds, my life with Grim was amazing. I finally developed into my own person. I didn't rely on others to fight my battles. I guess that is one thing I'm proud of old Cassie for. She took matters into her own hands and finally decided to just do it like a Nike commercial. She was brave and daring.

"I know, Cassiopeia," Davion says from my window. My eyes slide over to him as I sit on my bed, Grims shirt laid out before me. There was a reason his scent drove me to the brink of extreme bliss. Even when I was supposed to not remember anything about him, my nose didn't forget his scent. The idea of Grim was there, buried underneath layers of other memories. I guess it just took my inner self to break the bars that held them there for me to remember everything.

"Call me Cassie, Davion," I smile at the bird slightly. He did, after all, cause me to remember everything in a way. I'm eternally grateful.

"Okay," Davion happily flutters his tail. That's when I hear another raven caw from the woods and I turn to see who I suppose to be his mate hovering over a tree.