"Oh." Valeric thoughtfully looked away and walked over to sit down on the couch. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, thinking back to the time he had to swim in, pull the poor girl out, and carry her out in the dark night. He wondered if she survived later on but eventually forgot about her.
How could she have been Stella? Yes, he truly didn't take a proper look at her face because all he could think about was Diego, who was in terrible condition. The spark surely wasn't his imagination. She had to be meant for him, there was no other explanation. He saved his own wife, someone who gave him his first taste of a spark without even knowing.
He slapped a hand over his face and breathed softly.
"Don't overthink, Val," Nix said to him, worried.
"I am not overthinking?" He shook his head. "It's the opposite. I am not overthinking for once."
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