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“Well, since you don’t remember. I can wait. But I hope you’ll remember soon, and finish the remaining half of your sentence.” Despite my pleading, Marco doesn’t break his silence concerning what I told him last night. In utter confusion and slight frustration, I decide to take a walk, hoping the fresh air will help me recall my memories. It takes me about an hour, but I finally piece together last night, and I realize I was about to tell Marco about what happened five years ago. Unknowingly, my thoughts have walked me into a deserted alleyway. But just as I’m about to turn to leave, an individual appears, walking towards me swiftly.

With my father's drug entering the market, her company's product had been completely replaced. She was utterly finished. After paying enormous compensation, the company still ended up facing bankruptcy. Later, I heard that Julian and Bruce were robbed while partying abroad. They were shot several times and didn't survive. Two years later, my father and I had just walked out of a new product launch when a haggard middle-aged woman stopped us. When I looked closely, it turned out to be my mother. Her temples were streaked with white, her face carved with deep wrinkles. She looked like someone who had endured years of hardship.

Waiting. The journey back is slow and grueling. The ground turns muddy with melted frost, and the wind never seems to stop biting. We walk until our feet ache, stopping only when the sky darkens too much to see. Our food runs low, our water lower, but neither of us complains. There isn’t time for that. Sometimes, when the silence stretches too long, my thoughts drift—to Theo, Mara, and Sophie. Faces I might never see again. The memory of their panicked faces hits me like a knife, sharp and brutal and gone too soon. Guilt presses hard against my ribs until I can barely breathe.

I walked in like a queen coming home to her new kingdom. But my body remembered everything. The sting of metal cuffs. The smell of blood on marble. The scream I left in this hallway the last time he dragged me in. For a second, I almost tripped. Not on the floor—on memory. I blinked it away. Stood taller. He’s not dragging me anymore. I’m walking in on my own terms. But God, the walls still remember. And so do I. The Giordano mansion hadn’t changed. The same black gates. The Same red marble floors. Same scent of cigars and rot and luxury. The same air that used to choke me now bent around me like it knew who I was.

Hannah and I arm in arm, drunk out of our minds on cheap wine and warm beer, while walking back to our dormitory at Wellington. But memories that aren’t my own filter in, fragmented and blurry. Cressendra holding Ryatt for the first time. Westfall meeting his son, holding him, while wondering how he’s going to get his family out of this situation, their slavery. The memories stretch further, deeper. I see my mother walking up a set of steps in the rain, fighting to swallow as she looks up at a set of double doors. “Can I really do this?” she thinks, before the memory slips away, replaced by one of my father pacing outside her bedroom door wondering why this breeder has such a hold on him.

"There's something I need to tell you." He turned back to face me, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it, Mia? You can tell me anything.“ I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “I remembered something," I began, my voice barely above a whisper. "About where they took me." Michael's eyes widened with surprise, and his gaze locked on mine with rapt attention. "What do you mean? What did you remember?" And then, with a rush of clarity, the memory flooded back to me in vivid detail. The abandoned warehouse, the barren landscape stretching out for miles in every direction, the sense of isolation and despair that hung heavy in the air.

Seeing this, I let out a breath of relief, glad that I was not caught nor seen by them but more glad that now I could easily walk through the entrance without anyone stopping or seeing her. I quickly walked into the dungeon and cringed as I faced the long dark tunnel leading to various cells that held criminals. Cold sweat dripped down my body as memories of my experiences in one of the cells in the dark tunnel rushed through my memory. Memories that I would not in any way want to recall for the rest of my life. Memories I wished so much to be wiped off my brain cells. Shaking my head to clear them of the terrible recollections, I gingerly walked down the tunnel, trying to be as quiet as pos

For a moment, he looked away from the book, staring at Theo, who still had not regained consciousness. The scene he read today was one of Theo's favourite scenes, where the main character who lost his memory met a popular girl at a school in the city where Henry David once lived. Theo always said that the meeting of the two figures was similar to theirs, although until now, he still did not understand the meaning of Theo's words. For him, the meeting between the two figures and Theo's meeting with him was different. Not a single one of them lost their memories during their first meeting. After he finished reading one page, he stopped. His brain began to spin the memories of his first meeting

“Let’s just watch tv and forget the world for a while okay?” She put the tv on and chose a movie I had never seen. But I couldn’t focus. All I kept seeing where flashes of my memories. Part of me wanted to forget, but I also wanted to remember more. So I could see the full picture. Especially everything that happened in the cabin. I didn’t want to go down for dinner, so I stayed in my room and told Mary to go down and eat, tell the rest I wasn’t feeling well. And omega was sent over with some food.

'' He said. ''I'm good, I said'' unsure what his intentions were now I was back in his life. I wasn't sure of anything around him, since the girl right here, the girl I was now was not the girl he remembered. The easygoing girl, liked by everyone, the girl who was his girlfriend. Now I was a girl who went to juvie and killed a guy, that changed me. He acted as if nothing ever happened, or maybe, that was how he tried to fool himself like I tried to fool myself by telling myself I was over him.