She had forgotten him.
Every morning, the curse wiped her memories clean.
But every night, he made her fall in love with him all over again.
She tilted her head at him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “Do I know you?”
His throat tightened. “Not yet.”
A familiar ache settled in his chest as he watched recognition bloom and fade like morning mist. Her laugh would come first—light and unexpected. Then the way she’d lean closer when he spoke, as if drawn by invisible threads. By evening, her fingers would find his, and she’d look at him like he held all the answers to questions she’d been asking for ages.
But morning always came.
He’d wake to find her staring at him with polite confusion, the night’s tender words already dissolving from her mind like salt in water.
Still, he would try again. And again.
Until he found a way to make her remember forever.
