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Every word exchanged between them scratches me. I don’t want her to belong to him. I don’t want her to slip away from me. And yet... I just met her. LYRA He’s looking at me. And the world freezes. It’s not a neutral gaze. Nor that of a superior. Nor of an old friend. It’s a gaze of a man lost at the edge of a memory. A gaze that seeks. That doubts. That begins to remember. He begins to remember that night... I want him to remember.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

“We’ve already done three sessions. One more won’t make a difference.” “But—” “That’s an order.” “Yes, sir.” My parents and Steve put their helmets back on. Each of them wore a different expression as the machine began pulling at my memories again. In my sleep, I heard voices. They were laughing at me. “Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, dragging her hair through the dirt. Bunny Girl, Bunny Girl, soft skin made for the night to hurt...”

Justin shut his eyes as tears of anguish slipped down his face. If only he had chosen Yvonne from the very beginning. If only he had understood his own heart sooner. If only he had believed her… Endless what-ifs flooded his mind, but in the end, they all turned into the few written words in his hands: [I’m leaving. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t want you anymore.] “Yvonne!” Justin jolted upright. His face was pale and drenched in sweat. There was terror in his eyes.

"I don't... I don't remember. I had a name once. Everyone had names. But it's been so long. The darkness eats everything eventually. It ate my name first, then my face, then my memories, then my hope. Now there's just... me. Waiting. Always waiting. For what, I no longer know." "Try. Please try. You're not alone anymore. You'll never be alone again. The darkness is over. The waiting is over. We're here, and we're not leaving without you." Another pause. Longer this time. The consciousness seemed to gather itself, to reach deep into places it hadn't touched in millennia. Then, slowly, impossibly:

"Anya, I'm allergic to milk. Don't you remember?" I froze, then said, "Oh, really? Sorry, I forgot. Lately, I seem to have trouble remembering things about you. What's going on? Why did we get together in the first place? It's very strange. Why am I only forgetting things about you?" Fabian's expression grew darker as I spoke, showing signs that he might explode.

“You can. You choose not to.” The others had already started singing, but Memory held his gaze for a second, a challenge in his brown eyes she couldn’t ignore. She glared at him, shaking her head slightly. Something told her he would have to discover she was right for himself. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth, joining in on the chorus. What came out sounded like a crackling old record to her, a sick frog after ingesting too much mud from the bottom of the pond, an alley cat stuck in a garbage can filled with spoiled tuna. She kept her voice down so no one else could hear and waited for him to tell her to stop.

"Dark skies are hard to leave when the sun wakes up. Because another night will be waiting to see the darkness. Every twinkle of the star gives hope. The light that the star gives is the one that gives us direction, so don't think that you have nothing direction because someone is guiding you." Tyrel smiled and looked at Haru. "T-that poem, seems like I've heard it before." "Haru, you said that to me before." Haru bowed her head at what Tyrel said. "Haru, you forgot everything, but you will never lose it in your heart. You can't even tell me the reason why you forgot your memories, I know you have a reason. Haru, when you saw Jared, were you happy?" Haru nodded and spoke softly.

Jade I stepped back, disoriented by the emotions surging within me. Conan's eyes held genuine concern, and I appreciated it. The memories of that night six years ago had resurfaced unexpectedly, and they left a bitter aftertaste. I nodded shakily, my voice unsteady. "I'm sorry, Conan. It's just... those memories. I… I…just… I'm sorry… I can't." Tears sprang up in my eyes, clouding my vision as I stared at him.

"I'm here. I'm always here." His eyes, which had been so blank, now seemed to hold a flicker of recognition. A tiny furrow appeared between his brows, a nascent sign of thought returning. But then, a subtle shift. His gaze drifted past her, to the wall, to the image of them. Not with warmth, but with a strange, almost analytical focus. "That's... us," he whispered, his voice flat, devoid of the emotion that had just touched him. "From the park. File memory, activated."