Epilogue

“……Did I really eat this?”

“Of course. You happily ate it when I fed you myself.”

“I… did that?”

Kyle looked down at what was in front of him with a complicated expression.

A parfait made with all sorts of sweet ingredients in a glass cup. Kyle, who usually disliked sweets, would have hated such a dessert.

April, scooping up her own parfait, burst out laughing as she watched her fiancé glare at his parfait as if it were his enemy.

“There’s no need to hate it so much. If you don’t want it, you don’t have to eat it. I thought you liked parfaits because you ate it so well. Give it here, I’ll eat both.”

As April reached for the parfait, Kyle hurriedly stopped her. He rolled his eyes like a child, then spoke carefully.

“Did I say it tasted good because you fed me?”

“Yes. You still don’t remember?”

“That… I’m sorry.”

It had already been half a year since the birthday party. Thanks to Kyle’s stern warning, rumors about April hadn’t spread. At least, April hadn’t heard anything bad.

Over the past six months, April and Kyle dated step by step, like lovers just starting out.

On the bright side, Kyle began to recall fragments of memories with April. While Kyle was pleased, April didn’t feel particularly happy about it. To be exact, she didn’t feel the need to be.

Building new memories with Kyle was happiness enough.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You don’t need to force yourself to remember. You said your head hurts terribly whenever a memory returns.”

April remembered how Kyle suffered each time he tried to recall something. This steadfast man, who rarely showed pain, would be unable to breathe as he struggled with each memory.

April wished for him not to be in pain, more than for him to regain his memories.

“But if I don’t remember, doesn’t it make you suffer?”

“Me? No.”

“I don’t want to see you cry anymore.”

“When was that? Have you seen me cry since that party?”

“No, but…”

“Right? So don’t think about anything else now, just eat your parfait.”

“……Aren’t you going to feed me? You did before…”

“My, are you whining now? Our Sir Landen?”

April pretended to be shocked, but fed Kyle the parfait anyway, just as he wanted. As the sweetness filled his mouth and he frowned, April laughed.

“There’s no need to force yourself. Not with parfaits, not with memories.”

“……”

“I’m just happy you’re here with me, healthy.”

April reached out and held Kyle’s hand. On their ring fingers were matching diamond rings.

“Thank you. For getting engaged to me again.”

“That sounds odd, Miss Myles.”

Kyle drew her hand to his lips and kissed her pale skin.

“How can we be ‘engaged again’ when we never broke it off?”

“But isn’t this almost like a second engagement?”

“……”

“But one wedding is enough. Got it? If you lose your memory again after we marry, I won’t let it go.”

“I’ll obey your command, my fiancée.”

April laughed again as Kyle kissed her hand once more.

It was a peaceful day.

〈The Second Engagement, End〉