"Hamon!" Ara called his name as she stepped out of the hall, and he turned towards her with a deep frown. Without thinking she began to run towards him on the snow, however the moment she reached him and was about to hug him, he quickly took four steps away from her.
"Who are you...?" He asked bemused, but immediately the question left his mouth he regretted it because an inexplicable sting clutched his chest as he saw the disappointed look that clouded her eyes, she stared up at him in slight disbelief, tears clouding her emerald green eyes.
"Hamon... you don't remember me? I am your wife, Arabella." Ara already knew this would happen, but she wasn't prepared. It hurt her to see that her husband who'd loved and cared for her for two lifetimes now had no memories of her.
