_Leon’s POV_The next few days passed slowly.Even though I was recovering physically, my memories remained frustratingly incomplete. Some mornings I woke up feeling hopeful, convinced that I was only one step away from remembering everything. Other mornings I felt trapped inside a stranger's life, surrounded by people who knew me while I barely knew myself.Small memories continued returning little by little. I remembered places, faces and voices. Sometimes I would suddenly remember a moment from my childhood. Other times I would remember a conversation that had happened years ago. But large pieces of my life were still missing.The dark-haired girl from the photograph remained stuck inside my mind. No matter how hard I tried to focus on other things, I could not stop thinking about her.Every day, Talia visited me and every time she brought flowers. She sat beside my bed and patiently showed me old photographs while explaining memories that I could no longer remember on my own.She
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