I didn't know who to trust anymore. Maybe I could only trust Atlas, who was holding me tight right now.

I wanted to know what happened to past me, but it seemed impossible to find any answers.

I really didn’t understand why they erased my memories. They had no right to strip away my right to know, no matter who they were.

After a while, I finally calmed my overwhelming emotions and stepped out of Atlas's embrace.

I looked up at him, pretended nothing was wrong, and said, "It's nothing, I just missed you. Let's go home."

He bent down, gazed into my eyes, and said softly, "Really? If there's something wrong, you need to tell me. I’ll help you fix it."

"What if I never remember the past again?" I couldn't hold back my emotions.

"Don't think about it, then," he said decisively.

"But I want to know about the time we spent together." I started to tear up.

"I'll tell you all about it. I’ll recount every day I remember. I won’t miss a single detail," he said solemnly.

Melancholy wash