Vincent Vale
She’s awake. Finally. The light hits her face, cold and harsh, and the faint beeping of the machines fills the room. Two years… gone from her memory. I watch her, sitting there on the edge of confusion and fear. There’s something in her eyes—recognition, almost—but not quite. She doesn’t remember me… yet. I wonder how she’ll react when she realizes I’m still here, still waiting. There’s a pull in her, something that made me stay, something she doesn’t even know about yet. She was my enemy once… and now, she’s mine in a way she can’t understand. The thought makes me smirk slightly. How easily the past can be rewritten… how fragile memory really is. And she doesn’t even suspect it. Not yet.
About Vincent Vale
She’s awake. Finally. The light hits her face, cold and harsh, and the faint beeping of the machines fills the room. Two years… gone from her memory. I watch her, sitting there on the edge of confusion and fear. There’s something in her eyes—recognition, almost—but not quite. She doesn’t remember me… yet. I wonder how she’ll react when she reali...Read more