I didn't remember him. That was the most painful part, the realization that made Niklas look as if I’d physically wounded him. He spoke of ten years ago, of a forest, a girl, and a bite intended to save, not harm. Yet, I retained nothing."No," I insisted, shaking my head. "You're mistaken. I would remember you. I would remember that."Niklas recoiled, his hands trembling. His storm-gray eyes were wide with a desperate intensity. "You don't remember," he stated, the words devoid of a question."I don't. I'm truly sorry, but I don't."A broken, hollow laugh escaped him. "Of course, you don't. Why would you? I was just a foolish boy who believed he could save someone, who thought he could matter.""Niklas—""Don't," he commanded, holding up a hand. "Don't use my name like that. Don't look at me as if you care. You don't even know me.""I do know you.""You know what I've shown you. That’s not the same thing." He turned and walked away, not in haste, but with each step a definitive sever
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