Eira's POV
This room upstairs, particularly this part of the home, was so familiar that I felt like being pulled back into the past, six years back.
I stepped inside the room, as Jason held the door open for me. It was the same setup as the room I used to have. Same size of the room, same color, bed, window, curtains.
I walked to the center of that cozy room and looked around, a small smile appearing on my lips.
When I opened my wardrobe, it had similar clothes to the ones I used to wear.
"This is how I remembered your room from back then," I heard Jason say.
"And I must say, your memory is just right," I said and walked towards the study table.
Everything kept on it was unbelievably the same, from my study books, that erotic romance book I had back then, and even the tiniest things I had placed on it.
