You laid there unconscious in front of his door. When he looked over to yours, it was open. He frowned before crouching down.

Neither harshly, nor gently he turned you around. Your hair covered your eyes, so he brushed them out of the way. “Hmpf,” a noise of disapproval.

Your skin looked oddly pale, but you were breathing.

He straightens back up to his full height, then enters your penthouse across from his. Two on each floor. On the table was medicine, machines were running, your pc was blank.

In a world where people had access to body modifications, you chose to delete all your memories.

He scanned through the folders, looked through open tabs, then closed down all evidence.

You chose a new life.

There were notes of pain, of suffering, of your mind not shutting up. Too much got the grudge, the grief and the trauma. You saw your light in deletion. You removed all your past.

Malec rubbed over his forehead. He can already feel the headache coming. Something must have went wrong if you crawled out of the apparent to get some help but fainted.

He grabs your purse, just in case, and the keys, Them Slowly he makes his way back to you in the hallway. He picks you up and takes you into his, shutting the door behind him gently.