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" It was a great night!" She said as she sits on the bench in the park.

Vincent looks at her, his eyes moistening with the scene of her being so beautiful in the moonlight.

He is scared. What if she regains her memories and leaves him. What will he respond to her question?

The fear and the agony of losing his own child because of himself has broken himself in the worst way. It would be less painful to get stabbed by his enemies.

Taking a deep sigh, he walks towards her and holds a coffee can in front of her.

" Thanks!" She said.

However, a pang of heartache leads him to clench his own cup when she moves a bit away from him when he sits next to her.

Like she did when they were having dinner. The distance between them, the way she talked to him was like talking to a stranger, his heart shattered into pieces each time.

" Emma!" He calls her name in a soft tone as he presses his own palm.

" Hmm?" she sips the coffee and looks at him.

" Did that place feel famili