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she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. The question brought her own pain rushing back like a tidal wave. Vladimir's face appeared in her mind—his bright smile, his infectious laughter, the way he would curl up against her when he was scared or sad. The memory felt like a physical wound, sharp and unforgiving. "I'm sure your mommy misses you too," she continued, her voice barely audible. "And I'm sure it breaks her heart to see you hurting like this."

Hope you know about he is doing. Tears fell in my cheek, thinking all about the memories we had in that apartment. Even Juan Carlos is so mean… but I know he loves me. That's fine Lily, it’s okey sometimes to let your tears flow and reminiscing the memories you got in the past. Cry out loud until all the pain you're feeling right now is gone. It's really okay to cry sometimes. Because this world… This world is always unfair and full of uncertain. Everyone has their own burden to carry in life. Life must go on Lily.

“If not for yourself, think about your pup. He is suffering every bit along with you!” Vesna’s soft, kind and motherly words sought after my tears and I could feel the tears threatening to spill. But I did my best to hold them back. I had vowed myself to never cry again, at least not in front of anyone. I have done that way too many times from that day alone. I just might have cried a year's worth of tears by now. Even if my heart was breaking, again and again, I will not cry!

“Why does it hurt when I look at you?” Valerius’s eyes softened, but his tone remained steady. “Because you remember with your heart before your mind. It will return to you, piece by piece.” As the evening wore on, the fragments began to surface. A glass of water Zoe brought her sparked a faint flash, the memory of the two of them laughing in a kitchen, spilling soda across the counter. The sight of the city skyline through the window brought another, her standing there before, clutching her chest, aching for someone she couldn’t name.

And now, standing alone in the solace of the garden, Virginia could no longer contain the torrent of emotions that surged within her. As the weight of Lusiana's words pressed heavily upon her heart, Virginia crumbled under the weight of her suppressed tears. Her sobs echoed through the garden, mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. Every tear that streamed down her face carried with it the pain, frustration, and anguish she had endured for so long.

The light invaded my bedroom window, waking me from my not-so-quiet sleep. The memories of the inner night invaded my mind making me cry again. My chest ached for every moment that would never come back. I staggered to my feet and headed for the bathroom. My dark circles under my eyes showed how sad I was. My tears mixed with the shower water, nothing was forever and I knew it, but I didn't want to let him go either.

“I know this has been hard for you.” Jasper sighed, rubbing his temples. “That’s an understatement.” He glanced at her, searching her face for something—anything— that might trigger recognition. “Victoria…This is unsettling. Waking up with a chunk of your memory gone isn't something I'd want anybody to experience. It's like groping for a wall in the dark. I wish I could remember you.”

She takes a deep breath, before continuing. "When I saw the DVD... and found out that it actually happened..." She shrugs. "And I couldn't remember it!" She starts crying again. "How could he have done that? Give me the greatest afternoon of my life, and then die, without leaving me any memory of it?" She stops again to brush tears from her cheeks. Susan squeezes her shoulder reassuringly.

"You got your memories back?" I blinked, stunned by the way her words hit me. My chest tightened, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped from my eye, her tears dropping from me as if they were my own. I wasn’t crying — no, I was shaking with anger, with bitterness, with sadness. The memories clawed their way to the surface, and I hated how raw they made me feel.

ON MY SECOND TRY! I CAN’T EVEN BELIEVE IT. I’m shaking. My hands are shaking, my voice is shaking—if I still had a heartbeat, that would probably be shaking too. I think I’m gonna cry. Like, do vampires even cry? Is that a thing we do? I don’t care. I’m a disaster right now, and you don’t understand how much this means to me. Seriously, y’all.