It made no sense–how a man who couldn’t remember his own name, his own address, or where he came from could somehow understand business, could handle numbers and negotiations as if they were second nature.
The contradiction must have been even stranger for him.
She remembered the way he had spoken about it once, in a rare moment of vulnerability, when his frustration had gotten the best of him.
.
“It feels like my own mind is against me,” he had admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like the missing pieces are right there, just inches away, behind some curtain I can’t pull back. And I try–I focus so hard, thinking if I just push a little more, if I reach a little further, I’ll get there. I’ll see myself again.”
His jaw had clenched then, his fingers twitching restlessly.
“But it never works. It’s like there’s a damn wall in my head. A huge, immovable thing, keeping me out. And no matter what I do… I can’t get through it.”
Andrea had listened in silence, her heart aching for him, before cautiously suggesting, “Maybe we should go see the doctor again?”
The reaction had been instant.
Asher had shut down.
A muscle in his jaw had ticked. His fingers had curled into fists. His entire body had gone rigid, and when he spoke, his voice had been tight, controlled–but simmering with something else underneath.
“I’ve already seen a doctor,” he had said, clipped and sharp. “And he didn’t do a damn thing for me.”
“But that was before. Things are different now. You are remembering things.”
“What, hot chocolate? The smell of roses? Random feelings that don’t mean a damn thing?!” His voice had risen slightly, his frustration cracking through. “It’s useless, Andrea. And honestly, sometimes I feel like these aren’t even real memories at all.”
She had frowned. ‘What do you mean?”
His eyes had flickered with something dark. Something almost afraid.
“Like my mind is just making things up so I don’t notice how empty it really is.”
That had been the first time he had admitted that to her. And Andrea had felt something deep in her chest tighten.
“Asher…”
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She couldn’t keep doing this.
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She couldn’t keep finding these little notes, these tiny glimpses into a life she wasn’t allowed to have. Couldn’t keep pretending that his kindness didn’t burrow deep under her skin, making her want something she knew wasn’t hers to keep.
Asher was leaving.
Not today. Not tomorrow.
But soon.
Soon, he would remember who he was.
Soon, he would remember his name. His home. His real life.
And then he would leave.
And she-
She would be left here. Alone. With nothing but a handful of sticky notes and a heart that would ache every time she looked at them.
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, and before she could stop herself, she was crying–standing in the middle of the kitchen, sobbing
into her hands like a fool.
Why?
Why was he doing this to her?
Why did he have to be so good to her? So warm, so thoughtful, leaving little notes, making her smile when she had no business smiling?
Why was he making her dream?
Why was he showing her a life that she could never have?
Andrea wanted him. She wanted to believe in this, in him. In them.
But she knew better.
No matter what she did, no matter how much she tried to guard herself-
It was already too late.
She was going to get hurt.
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And there was nothing she could do to stop it.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
