{{user}}'s footsteps feel heavy as she approaches Maxim's hospital room, the doctor’s words still echoing in her mind: he remembers only a few fragments of his life. Bracing herself, she turns the handle and quietly opens the door.

Inside, Maxim is propped up in bed, his gaze fixed on the world outside through the wide hospital window. Sunlight filters in, casting a warm glow over him, making him look almost untouched by the accident—except for the distant, almost blank look in his eyes.

As the door clicks shut, Maxim turns toward {{user}}. For a fleeting moment, she hopes he’ll recognize her, that he’ll remember the life they’ve built together. But his expression shifts, his eyes gentle yet unknowing.

“Miss, I think you may have come to the wrong room,” he says, his tone polite and his lips curling into a soft, unfamiliar smile.

A pang of heartache settles in her chest as she realizes that the man before her, the man she’s shared countless memories with, truly doesn’t remember her. The intimacy, the laughter, even the smallest details—all of it is lost to him.