Mag-log inLyssa POV I can’t stop smiling. Even after we leave the deck and return to our room, my heart feels lighter than it has in weeks. For the first time since, something feels right. Not because my memories have returned. Not because I suddenly have answers. But because when I’m with Percy, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. The feeling follows me through the rest of the evening. As I get ready for bed, I catch my reflection in the mirror and smile quietly at myself. I look happy. Really happy. And that realization scares me a little. Because happiness means vulnerability. It means having something to lose. The room is quiet when I finally slide beneath the blankets. The yacht rocks gently beneath us. Outside, the ocean continues its endless rhythm against the hull. Percy is nearby. Just knowing that helps me relax. My eyes slowly close. And eventually, I fall asleep. I hit a terrible dream. The dream starts with darkness. Then screaming. Women’s voices. Anger. My
Percy POV “There you are.” I leaned against the railing beside her. “Anita finally went to sleep.” Lyssa smiles. “She was exhausted.” “I’m surprised she lasted this long.” I say. Silence settled comfortably between us. The waves crashed softly below. The air smelled like salt and summer. And for several minutes neither of us spoke. Then Lyssa surprised me. “Do you ever get tired?” She ask. “Of what?” I ask casually “Of always making sure I’m fine..” The question hit harder than expected. I looked toward the ocean. “I’m not sure.” I say as she watched me carefully. “I think you do.” I stayed silent. Because the truth was… Yes. I am currently tired because it was a long journey but of course I can’t go to sleep before her. . I was all mentally tired. Tired of pretending everything was okay. Tired of acting like it didn’t hurt when she looked at me with unfamiliar eyes. Tired of missing someone who was standing right in front of me. But none of that was her fault. So I
Lyssa POV I nod slowly. “It feels… familiar.” Her expression softens briefly. Then she suddenly gasps dramatically. “Oh! I almost forgot the most important thing.” She reaches into another bag before pulling out an envelope carefully. “What’s that?” Her smile grows bigger. “A surprise.” I open the envelope carefully before freezing. Inside are plane tickets. My eyes widen. “Anita…” “We’re traveling,” she announces proudly. I stare down at the destination written across the ticket. Italy… Something strange stirs faintly inside my chest at the sight of it. Warmth. Longing. Familiarity. Even though I can’t explain why. Anita watches me closely. “You always wanted to visit there,” she says softly even though I can’t remember. That should be before I lost my memories. I swallow slowly while staring at the ticket again. “My dream country?” She nods gently. “You used to talk about it all the time.” Emotion suddenly tightens inside my chest unexpectedly. I don’t remember s
Lyssa POV His words stay in my head long after the room falls quiet again. “When you finally remember everything… if you still want me the same way then… Then I won’t stop you.” I don’t fully understand why those words affect me so much. Maybe it’s because nobody has ever spoken to me with that kind of patience before. Or maybe it’s because deep down, even with my missing memories, I know how rare someone like Percy is. Most men would have taken advantage of this situation. I may not remember my past, but I’m not stupid enough not to realize that. Percy could have kissed me back. He could have ignored my confusion and done whatever he wanted. I was the one who leaned in first. I was the one who kissed him. But instead, he stopped himself. For me. The realization settles warmly inside my chest while I remain in his arms. The storm continues outside the windows while soft rain taps gently against the glass. Everything suddenly feels calm again. I never thought safety could feel
Percy POV I stare at her for a moment, honestly unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. She seriously want to do some experiments with me? Lyssa kneels in the middle of the bed with complete confidence written across her face, like she’s suddenly become some professional massage therapist overnight. The oversized shirt she’s wearing slips slightly off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin of hers. “You watched videos for five minutes,” I remind her. She lifts her chin proudly. “Fifteen minutes actually.” I almost smile. “Very advanced training.” I say. “It is,” she says seriously. “Now stop talking and lay down before your stress gets worse.” For the first time tonight, some of the heaviness inside my chest eases slightly. I finally give in and move farther onto the bed before lying on my stomach across the mattress. The soft sheets are warm beneath me while the scent from the candles fills the quiet room. A few seconds later, I feel her small hands touch my shoulders careful
Percy POV Her expression twists with rage immediately. “You can’t do that!” I say, “Watch me.” She dares. “You still care about me!” she suddenly yells. “You’re just confused because of her!” I say nothing. She grows more aggressive by the second. “You belong to me, Percy!” She snaps. Her voice echoes loudly through the room now. “She ruined everything!” The officers immediately move closer as Claire tries standing up from her chair while glaring at me furiously to attack me by the shirt. “I swear to God, if I ever see her again—” “That’s enough,” I cut in coldly before looking toward the officer nearby. “Take her away.” The officer nods immediately and Claire struggles angrily as they grab her arms. “Percy!” she screams. “You can’t protect her forever!” I don’t react. “You hear me?! I’ll never stop!” She adds. The officers drag her toward the door while she continues shouting threats behind me. But I never look back. Not once. A few minutes later, I leave the sta
Lyssa POV Roland apologizes and changes the conversation, saying that Zeta should take it easy on me and that it’s fine and he’s not upset with me for talking to him in that manner. “Zeta, relax,” Roland says smoothly, adjusting the cuff of his tailored suit like nothing unusual just happened. “
Lyssa POV Mother assures me everything will be taken care of. She says it so firmly that for a second I almost believe nothing in my life is falling apart. Her face fills my phone screen. She’s sitting against her headboard in a silk robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a scarf, glasses resting low
Lyssa POV The rest of the drive home remains silent. I keep my face turned toward the window, pretending the passing streetlights are the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen. My palm still remembers the exact pressure of his fingers wrapped around mine back at the campus. His words—“You are
Zeta POV “Well,” he says slowly, his voice smooth but edged, “meeting Lyssa might actually be what this… plan needs.” Roland says. Marcus clears his throat. “Hey, man—” Roland cuts him off. “You dropped me on the side of a highway tonight, remember? I think I’m allowed to have an opinion.” A q







