Claire's eyes fluttered open, lashes trembling as they adjusted to the gentle filter of light bleeding through the curtains. She remained still, her gaze fixed on the ceiling above, unmoving for what felt like a small eternity.
Her vision blurred, moisture pooling in her eyes before the first tear slipped free and rolled down her cheek. She squeezed her eyes shut, her brows furrowed, and began to sob quietly—shallow, painful gasps caught in her throat. These weren't just fleeting dreams. They were fragments—memories she'd forgotten.
When Luna had told her she suffered from amnesia, Claire hadn't thought much of it. She assumed whatever she'd forgotten couldn't have been that important. But now… now she knew. She had forgotten him.
