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I murmur, needing some kind of sound in the deafening silence I flip through the pages aimlessly, noticing that the books are arranged based on category rather than alphabetical order, until my eyes snag on a list of names. ‘Journeys to the mirror world— A Memoir of Fernando D. Sigmond.’ What? My heart beats loud in my ears as I try to memorize the bookshelf number where the book is supposed to be. A lycan traveled to another world? Or did a human come to this world? Am I not the first person who was helped by a Sigmond?

As his fingers were pried open, Harry greedily examined Celine, who was now close to him. She seemed a little thinner, but her complexion looked much better. Even the small mole beside her eye looked familiar and adorable. However, the small face before him was filled with struggle and panic. He could not help looking down, noticing his fingers being pried open little by little. A strong sense of unease and panic suddenly rushed to Harry's head. His voice was urgent and frantic. "Celine! Will you give me a chance?" Miriam from next door had just come out of her house with a watering can, ready to water the plants.

After taking photos of both documents, I carefully put the box back. … Quinton was gone for half a month. During that time, I tried every possible way to recover my memories.

"Elara! Don't scare me like that again; you know I'm not like you. I don't know what to do when left alone in situations like this one. He doesn't remember me yet; he keeps saying I feel familiar, but he can't just place my face. I wanted to tell him, but the doctor insisted that I shouldn't. When I tried to tell him that I knew that patients who had lost their memories need to be kept in touch with the life they once lived so that it doesn't become totally alien to them when they regain their senses. "I'm sorry. I was only worried about you. You worry too much, Maera. The young man has barely even had a whole day to see how well the antidote worked. Let's wait until he wakes up fully. The d

Amid cheers, Michael stepped onto the stage, his voice steady and cool. "Last year, I got into an accident and lost my sight completely. I'd like to thank someone. Because of her careful care, I was able to recover so quickly. "Thank you, Ms. Goodwin." My heart pounded as I listened, trying to keep my face calm. The spotlight landed straight on Audrey. She lifted her chin and gave a shy, blushing smile. "I'm your nurse. Taking care of you was my duty." Michael's lips curled into a smile—the kind that looked dangerous.

She placed her parents in the rescue narrative as if she were reciting a script. Rowan listened, face still. When she reached the cabin scene, he asked, “What color was the rag.” She blinked. “Blue.” “We never owned a blue rag,” Rowan said. “The infirmary uses white linen.” Her smile held. “You’re misremembering. Trauma—” He opened the folder and slid the ledgers and bank receipts toward her. “Then correct the ledger. Correct the witnesses. Explain the transfers.” She didn’t touch the papers. “Rowan, if you’ve convinced yourself—”

“Part of me wants to cut them off again.” “Don’t.” “It would be a memento. Over the centuries, I’ve forgotten so many things. I don’t ever want to forget her. Or you. Or any of this.” I turned this over in my mind. “I understand. But if you’re going to remember this, then I propose we have experiences worth remembering.” ~

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.