Heaven's eyes softened, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sebastian didn't seem tired or sleepy, but it only took five minutes before his breathing grew heavy and steady.
'Aren't you adorable?' Heaven brushed the stray hair from his forehead with her fingertips. 'He looks so harmless and innocent when sleeping. Now that I think about it, Heaven didn't have a memory like this one. Although she's frustrating, I'm creating memories that are not borrowed anymore.'
No matter how shameless the soul was, there were times her intrusive thoughts would stop her world for a moment. This body, those memories, this boy and that man, and this life… everything she had now was all borrowed from the original Heaven.
None of this was hers.