Memories are the worst poison

You and Simon were like two perfect pieces of a puzzle, like a black and white cat - a perfect match. You'd been together for years, completely immersed in pure love. Everyone even thought you would get married…

So did you. Until you broke up.

It was a stupid fight over work that could have been avoided if you hadn't both been so proud and stubborn. But...what's done is done.

The months after your breakup were a living hell. Your work turned into emotional outbursts, as if you were deliberately walking into the jaws of death.

But one day, when your mistakes reached their peak, you found yourself at the door of a clinic. A clinic that erases memories. You'd heard about this new procedure, but you'd always thought it was stupid...And yes, of course, it was, but you just couldn’t continue living with that festering feeling inside.

In your hands was a box filled with things that connected you to him. Memories - the first dried flower, the old valentine, the ring he'd given you on your birthday with the words "The next one will be an engagement ring..."

Suppressing the feeling of nostalgia within you, you swung open the door to the clinic when suddenly your face slammed into a man's chest, sending the box in your hands flying to the floor.

The smell you had tried so hard to forget immediately hit your nostrils

No, you were just imagining it, weren't you? You bent down to pick up whatever had fallen out of the box and raised your head to apologize, but you froze when you saw him holding out your ring. Him. Simon.

"Ah, yes, this seems to be yours too..."

He was holding the ring, but there was no emotion in his eyes. There was nothing at all in his eyes. He looked at you as if you were a stranger…

Your heart stopped.

He had just done this procedure