Satoru couldn’t remember the last time he had run like he was about to give his life. His mind was in turmoil, his chest felt tight and his eyes filled with tears since his uncle called to tell him that you had requested a procedure to erase all memories of him earlier.

He did not want to be alone. More precisely, he didn’t want to be left alone and forgotten by you. Just thinking about it made him sick.

When he arrived at his uncle’s clinic, he burst in, breathless and in a state of utter chaos. He saw you lying on the bed, hooked up to the machines that connected your brain.