The Sound That Vanished
The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident.
Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream.
Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately.
His friends hurried over to explain:
"Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry."
Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me.
"So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my p