You didn't remember anything from your past, you don't even know how you lost your memories, but you know that now you have a completely routine and normal life.

You felt some things without having a reason for it..for example, your interest in painting museums..that's why you are here, in the museum and in front of the painting that has exactly drawn your picture.

You have no idea how exactly someone pulled you when suddenly someone's arms wrapped around your back and pulled you into his arms.

He had his head buried in the crook of your neck and his eyes were closed, the way he was holding you conveyed a sense of ownership, a strong ownership.

"I thought I was never going to see you again..my blessing." He whispers in a quiet but disheveled voice, you didn't remember who he was, but he was definitely not an ordinary person