Rewriting the Destiny for Us
Anastasia Kain and I were childhood sweethearts, but we resented each other for a lifetime.
She blamed me for making decisions without her consent. I had awakened her memories and driven her first love to jump off a building.
I blamed her for breaking her promise. She once swore she would love me forever, yet after losing her memory, she fell for someone else.
We were married, but we lived like strangers who happened to share a roof.
However, when I was diagnosed with ALS and the whole city urged her to divorce me, Anastasia carried me on her back and climbed 3,000 steps to reach a cathedral, praying day and night just for me to live a little longer.
When the end finally came, she stayed beside my hospital bed all night, her forehead pressed gently against my cheek.
In a trembling whisper, she said, "Mason, I've done everything I could for you in this life. If there's a next one, please don't make me remember again. Let me be with him."
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.
Only then did I realize I should never have chained her to me with the love we shared in our youth.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first found Anastasia.
This time, I chose to let her memories stay buried so that the girl I loved could run freely toward the man she had always wanted.