Chapter 33

Cayden's POV

I look out the window aimlessly. I am bothered these past few days. I don't know if they are real or not. But every night, I woke up having dreams of August. My jaw clenched. If my hunch is correct, they are my missing memory. Yeah, I know I lost part of my memory. I accidentally heard it from my mother and I forgot one specific person. I didn't know before who I forgot, but now somehow I am convinced that it is August.

But what makes me bothered is in my memory, she's different. She is the type of my woman timid, regal, and beautiful. The August I know right now is entirely, completely different. Nothing is timid about her, nothing is regal about her. He doesn't care about himself and is a greedy mess. She answers back without any fear. Yeah, she's fearless and I don't know but I am slowly liking her being a carefree and carefree woman more than her being timid and reserved.

But what happened to her? Why did she turn out like that? But wait, I forgot a vital thing. They