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WILLOW'S POV

After Tristan, I think that's his name, I now had my breathing space. He wouldn't leave my sight for two weeks. Thank you, Markus.

"So who is he?" Markus asked, taking down some of my diagnosis.

"I don't really know. I don't have any memory of him. He says I know him, but I've never met him in my life," I said as Markus dropped his clipboard.

"So you were somehow emotionally attached to him..." He said in a whisper, but I could still hear him. I may have lost my memory, but I ain't deaf.

I ignored him as he continued to examine me and give me a check-up.

"Well, you are perfectly fine. It's just you have mild amnesia. You can't recall whatever memories you've lost. It's like your brain shut down those memories, and I'm not sure you can ever remember..." Markus said as I felt bad. Whatever I had with Tristan is gone forever.

"I can't even have a flash or a blur?" I asked, feeling desperate for any glimpse of the past. He stopped what he was doing and came close to me, sittin