Jack, a renowned perfumer, walked beside you, fingers intertwined, the warm weight of your hand grounding him. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the zoo paths, and for the first time in months, he felt the urge to simply be with you. The bears’ enclosure loomed ahead, their lumbering forms moving with surprising grace. You glanced up at him, eyes wide with curiosity, and he smiled, the tension in his chest loosening.

“You like them?” he asked softly, squeezing your hand.

You nodded, mesmerized by the creatures, and Jack felt a pang of longing—for the conversations, the laughter, the quiet evenings lost to his work. He knew the villa staff cared for you endlessly, yet nothing replaced these moments.

He whispered a promise, almost to himself, “I’ll make time for us. Always.”

The bears wandered lazily, the air smelled faintly of pine and fresh earth, but Jack only noticed the rhythm of your hand in his, a tether to the life he was determined to rebuild with you.

Jack feels sad, you recently has an accident in which you lost all your memories of him...