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Lara and I returned to the city after the floods subsided.I still couldn't remember anything from my past. I couldn't recall my past with Sienna, nor did I have a clue how I'd first met Lara.Lara always told me it didn't matter. "William, I'm happy as long as you're safe and sound. You just need to know that the both of us love you very much."Her eyes sparkled when she said that. She looked beautiful.I couldn't help feeling that I'd once searched for that same sparkle in someone else's eyes.Alas, I'd forgotten all about it.Still, there were some things that I would never forget.I would remember the roiling golden wheat fields in that rural village, the brilliant blue skies overhead, the crystal-clear emerald waters, and the rosy cheeks of the innocent children I'd taught.I captured those sights in my paintings.I also drew the woman who'd disappeared beneath the raging waters, her hands outstretched as she lifted me to safety.I held a solo art exhibition and donated
William's POVThe towering waves instantly swallowed the tiny village whole.The flash flood submerged the wooden cabins, surging through the area as torrential rain fell around us in sheets.The lattice windows groaned and creaked as the water smashed against them. The furniture was submerged in floodwater. The water had risen so quickly and so high that boats could easily navigate the streets.I grabbed Lara by her collar, my heart pounding with fear and panic. "Lara, what about the schoolchildren?"Lara tied our belongings to a tiny wooden raft as she reassured me, saying, "It's still early. The kids haven't left for school just yet. Besides, they deal with situations like these every year. They're far more experienced at handling them than we are!"The howling wind and pounding rain were so loud that we had to yell at the top of our lungs just to hear each other.My anxiety lessened at that, but I couldn't stop myself from shivering.She tied us together so we wouldn't be
The woman was clearly still very young, but she sported a head of white hair as her eyes were dim with exhaustion.She grew agitated upon seeing me, causing the expensive camera in her hand to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.I also saw something else. The little finger on her right hand was damaged, just like mine.A dull ache inexplicably tugged at my heartstrings."Sir, do you know someone named Sienna Quinton?" she asked tremulously, studying my expression carefully.She looked as though her world would crumble if I told her that I didn't.I hesitated for a moment before answering firmly, "No, I don't."Then, I added, "Perhaps you've mistaken me for someone else? Why don't I ask Lara for you?"Her face turned stark white at that.She looked like a rather strong-willed woman, all things considered. Yet, she now looked as though she'd been abandoned by someone dear.Lara, who had been standing by the sidelines, stepped in front of me. Her face was icy as she spok
William's POVMy name was William Stewart, and I could barely remember a thing from the 20-odd years of my life.When I woke up, I was on a bus bound for the county.A woman who called herself Lara Goldstein took care of me, claiming to be a close friend of mine.She also happened to be the mentor assigned to guide me during my time as a volunteer teacher.I opened my thick diary and discovered a note I'd left for myself. It read, "Trust Lara. Focus on your volunteer work and don't try to remember the people from your past."My memories might be unreliable, but that was definitely my handwriting. The words looked as though they'd been carved instead of written, so I could imagine just how much I meant them.The rural village was incredibly remote. On my first day as a volunteer, I quickly discovered that I couldn't stand the taste of the water there.It certainly didn't help that the villagers had to haul their own water from the foot of the mountain, which was several miles aw
Third-Person PovSienna wasted away at an alarming rate after William's disappearance. One could even say she looked like a flower that was withering after losing its sun.She had always assumed that William was the one who couldn't live without her. She never imagined that she was the one who'd fallen harder.His scent still lingered on the clean bed; the doll he'd made himself was still perched next to the pillow; and his paintbrushes were still scattered in the studio. Everywhere she turned, she was met with echoes of him.She had never been so painfully aware that William had long become a part of her.He was like one of her ribs, so losing him felt as though she'd been put through the most excruciating torments one could barely hope to survive.And so, she drank herself into a stupor night after night, never setting another foot out of her home. She forgot all about the boxing ring and completely neglected her business.The fearsome woman who had once struck terror in the h
Third-Person POVThe person on the screen was crystal clear.It was a deathly pale William, who was dressed in a hospital gown.He slowly trudged out of the hospital ward. Then, he crouched outside the ward where Sienna and Jonathan had been arguing for a long, long time. Suddenly, it seemed as though something pushed him over the edge as he firmly decided to get himself discharged.People streamed past him in both directions. Regardless, not a single one of them noticed the hollow look in his eyes.Sienna balled her hands into fists as a vague sense of unease rose within her.However, she forced herself to push those feelings aside and continued watching the footage.She saw William walking past the rushing traffic, brushing shoulders with the crowd as he did so.Then, he trudged into a dead-end alley.Her heart clenched at the sight.That was because when tragedy struck them ten years ago, it also happened in an alleyway.Back then, she had often walked William to and fr







