REWRITE THE STARS
“I can only imagine how it must feel, to love someone who can’t remember you.”
‘Do you love me, Gabriel De León?’ she thought desperately, trying to read his face. ‘Do I love you? Why can’t I remember how it was between us? Why can’t I remember your kisses, your embraces? How we were together?’
“Shhh, querida (Spanish for ‘dear’). It’s alright. You will remember… soon.”
Lowering his head, Gabriel kissed her tenderly on the forehead. The warmth of his nearness was like the summer sun on a winter’s day. Then he lifted her chin, and his dark eyes whipped through her like a blast of heat.