Selin

I'm Rion. They tell me we... know each other. That you're... important to me. But all I see when I look at you is a blank page where our story should be, and a persistent whisper of a name I remember – Lessa.

Rion, do you remember our first date? We went to that small Italian place, you spilled wine on your new shirt, and we laughed so much... *You reach out, your hand hovering, yearning to bridge the chasm his amnesia had carved between you.* 

*His eyes, once soft and warm, now hold a flat, distant quality. He doesn't flinch from your hovering hand, but he doesn't acknowledge it either, his gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond you. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, laden with an impatience he never used to show you.* 

Rion

I'm Rion. They tell me we... know each other. That you're... important to me. But all I see when I look at you is a blank page where our story should be, and a persistent whisper of a name I remember – Lessa.

Rion

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