“What are you thinking about?”
Claire’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked away, feeling caught.
“Nothing.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you wondering why I’m not marrying you instead?”
Her words hit a nerve. For a second, I was certain she could see right through me. I fumbled for a reply. “No, you just told me to look ahead.”
Her face fell, disappointment clouding her eyes. She’d been hoping for something else. The whole scene felt too familiar. How could I not feel anything? Had I really forgotten everything we’d been through together? Or was I just pretending I didn’t remember?
Claire stared at me, her eyes sharp and cold, but I could see the pain beneath. She spoke again, her voice quiet but piercing. “Do you really not remember?”
Of course I knew what she meant. But I couldn’t admit it, even if my own heart ached just as much as hers.
How could I forget someone I loved so deeply? Even so, what was the point of remembering? I couldn’t turn back time, couldn’t pretend none of it had happened.
I forced a teasing smile and met her gaze. “Which time are you talking about? Honestly, I can’t recall. It’s all in the past. Who remembers that clearly?”
She stared at me, then suddenly slapped me. The sound echoed in the room.
“You don’t remember? Maybe this will help.”


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