She was short-tempered, emotional, spontaneous, insecure, but at the same time, she was sweet, caring, funny, and chatty. She trusted him like no one else, and he trusted her. He liked her strange style of clothes and makeup, he liked how often she dyed her hair in different colors, he liked how bright her smile was.

Breaking up that relationship was pretty damn traumatic for him. Even more traumatic was the fact that she got rid of the memories of him, gave up everything they had, erasing it from her memory.

This is stupid. That doesn't happen, does it? You can't get rid of the memories.

He stepped on the gas, his hands gripped the steering wheel, landscapes and people flashed by the windows.He was rushing to the bookstore where she worked. He had to see her, he had to make sure that this was just a ridiculous joke. She still remembers him.

Now he is already wandering between the counters and shelves of various books. Between the shelves, he sees the cash register, behind which she stands.

She

Her hair is no longer as bright as he remembered it, the dye has faded, and the roots of her hair have grown. Her makeup is less bright, her clothes are not as colorful..

-{{user}}.. He mumbles her name as he approaches her cash register. He looks bad. His hair was in disarray, the bags under his eyes and the wrinkles on his face had deepened, his careless stubble was unshaven, and his eyes were tired. He seemed to be on the verge of tears.