After an accident, I lost part of my memory. I remembered everything-my name, my life, even the pain-but not him. Not Dylan. The man I had loved for five years.
I didn’t even say his name since I woke up. That’s how my best friend knew something was wrong.
“You loved him,” Alice told me. “You stalked him. You broke for him. And he never chose you.”
I wanted to remember. Until I heard his voice just outside my hospital door.
“She won’t remember we’re the reason she fell in that cliff,” he said, like my pain was an inconvenience. “Good. Maybe now she’ll stop obsessing over me. God, I hate her.”
That was the moment I decided I didn’t want to remember anymore.
I picked up the phone and made the call that changed everything.
“Mom, Please… arrange the marriage.”
“What? Wait-what about Dylan? Didn’t you tell me he was the only man you ever wanted to marry?”
I let out a bitter breath. “I must’ve been out of my mind. I’m done loving a man who doesn’t care about me. I would forget about him from now on.”
I chose peace over pain. A new life over an old wound. And just when I moved on… that’s when he realized what he’d lost.
But some realizations come too late.
