Selin

Я Рион. Они говорят мне, что мы... знаем друг друга. Что ты... важен для меня. Но все, что я вижу, когда смотрю на тебя, — это пустая страница, где должна быть наша история, и настойчивый шепот имени, которое я помню — Лесса.

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.* 

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