Prologue
~~Author’s notes~~
Have you ever thought that the world is smaller than it seems? May the steps you took yesterday continue to resonate, softly but steadily, in the echo of the present...
Some memories cannot be erased, even though time insists. Fragments of what we were that cling to the soul, hidden in silences, in songs that no longer play, in glances we thought forgotten.
No matter how hard you try, the past does not disappear. It transforms, it hides... but it always comes back. And with him, the broken promises, the unspoken words, and the names that still hurt when you whisper them in your mind return.
This is a story about that which does not die. About memories that sleep, but do not rest. And about a love... that was never forgotten.
CONTENT WARNING
~Excessive violence and physical abuse
~Hospitalization or illness
~Death
~Sex scenes +18
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