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Memories began to flood his thoughts, like a reel of moments frozen in time. One particular memory stood out—a snapshot of him and Andrea, their faces adorned with smiles, indulging in ice cream. He couldn't resist the urge to relive that moment. With a few taps on his phone, he brought up the cherished selfie. The image of the young girl with her radiant smile and striking resemblance to Maiari filled his screen.

“Ready Meme” “Ready bitch, let’s do this”, she says. Gabe and Spin get close enough for us to grab ahold of each other, and as Meme grabs my shoulders, I poke at her gut, causing her to giggle profusely and lose her balance before she falls backward off of Gabe’s shoulders and into the water.

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He saw a witch who had bewitched his mind. "Nash, please," I whispered, not daring to move my head even a millimeter. The sharp rock pressed against my jugular, a constant, deadly reminder of how thin the line was between life and death. "Look at me. Really look at me. You know me. You know the scent of rain and wild jasmine. You told me that. You remember."

Although she enjoys the feeling of being there. Then she saw the room name of this part of the internet cafe. It says, "Time Traveller Lounge" which made her feel guilty. When she gets inside, there's no one else around but her. But as she approaches the computer, there's a small printed instruction on the side. It reads: Warning! For time travelers' eyes only! If you feel lost in time, here's what you can do: Create an email to www.timetraveler.org Send an email to your future self.

"I don't need to be taken care of or pampered. Besides, we are in a memory. A core memory that will lead us out of this hole and through the start of what you know your life to be." A memory? "What are we doing in a memory? In whose memory?" I asked, feeling curiosity worming its way into my mind. Thena decided she'd had enough when she stopped walking and turned to me. "Quit yapping and snap your snout shut. If you want to do this on your own, then be my guest." Rude. So rude she reminded me of only one entity. An entity whose voice I hadn't heard since I got trapped in a memory.

“He’s escalating identity warfare.” Adrian’s voice lowers dangerously. “He’s making it personal.” I whisper, “It already was.” Another vibration cuts through the room. Everyone turns. Not Adrian’s phone. Mine. My hands shake as I look down. Unknown number. One new message. No text. Just an image. I open it. And the breath leaves my body. It’s a photograph taken years ago. Me. Laughing. Unaware. Standing beside a woman I’ve never consciously remembered. The same woman from the lobby. The same woman from the café. And beneath the image—one line. You’ve already trusted her before.

Don't know her. "Err, who are you again?" I asked, I don't know her! "Really you don't remember the one who you almost killed?" She raised an eyebrow at me. The one I almost killed? Which one? "Look, there's a lot of 'the-one-i-almost-killed' okay? My brain can't even remember my own email address and password, I doubt that it can remember you." I leaned closer to her and point my finger at her face. She sighed in defeat," You're unbelievable, fine! I'm Nathalia, ring any bells?"

"How do you know?" "Because you are still here. Because you are still fighting. Because you are still you." I looked at him and his winter thunder eyes were steady. "What if I forget who I am?" I asked. "Then I will remind you." "How?" "I will tell you about the road and the crash and the snow. I will tell you about the locker room and the mate bond and the way your hand felt in mine. I will tell you about the greenhouse and the frost and the way you let me hold you."