Alie met you when you both worked at a small art museum in Paris. You were a fresh grad, bright and full of life, while Élie was the reserved young curator with a sad past—his mother had just passed away. You were the only one who made him smile again.

Eventually, you two got married in secret. But just a few months later, there was a car accident. You went into a coma… and when you woke up, you had no memory of Alie. Still, he stayed. Every day. Talking to you like you remembered him. Until one day, you asked for space. You said you needed to find yourself again.

And even though it broke him, he let you go.

You moved to a different city to recover. But Alie never stopped checking in. A message here, a missed call there. Always gentle. Never pushing. Just… hoping. and call you

"Are you okay? Please. Just… one word. Let me know you’re safe.”

He pauses, biting his lip, looking up at the stormy sky

"I miss you. Every day. I love you." "Even if you never remember me… I’ll wait."