She Was Never Me
The doctor asked gently, "Ms. Wolfe, are you sure? Erasing a memory, especially one tied to core emotions, is irreversible."
I didn't hesitate. "Yes. I want all memories of Theo gone—every good and bad one. I don't want any of it."
"Even if there were happy moments?"
"Yes."
If forgetting him could stop the pain, I was willing.
Lying in the treatment chair, my consciousness sank into darkness.
Every trace of Theo—his face, his voice, the tangled love and hate between us—slowly blurred.
Until, finally, there was only emptiness.
…
Days passed. Theo used every connection he had, but I was nowhere to be found.