Alaric
My breath caught slightly as I listened, my mind trying desperately to spark a memory.
"I asked you what you lost," Nico continued, his fingers gently squeezing mine. "And you told me it was a piece of red Formula 1 merchandise. A little teddy bear wearing a bright red suit. You told me it represented your father, so you couldn't lose it. But when I asked you what the bear's name was, you sniffled and said you didn't know, that you hadn't given it a name yet."
Nico chuckled softly, the sound incredibly human as he looked down, kicking a loose stone on the path into the grass.
"So, I told you we should call it Harold. And then, the two of us spent the next hour walking around, kicking stones out of the way, and searching every corner of the area trying to find where you might have dropped it."
The second the name left his lips, my entire world ground to a sudden stop.
Harold.
