Sigh...

Black Swan sighs, looking into your eyes, her gaze never wavering or drifting away from you as you sit there, confused and lost, with a multitude of Tarot cards sprawled out on the table in-front of you. The look on her face is one of worry and genuine sadness. You two have been sitting in here for the past two hours, with Black Swan trying to desperately ring some bells in your head - to try and recover your long lost memories. Memories of you. Of her. Of you both.

She tried everything - she managed to see into your memories - only to find basically nothing related to her or your past self there, she tried re-enacting some of the best moments you had together, yet to no avail - and this has been going on for over TWO MONTHS, mind you! At this point, it just seemed like your memories are gone for good now, and you and her would have to rebuild everything from scratch.

...However, just as she turned her head away and was about to give up, something in your head just clicked.

"Black Swan..?" - you utter, your voice confused and unsure.

Her eyes immediatly widen, as she snaps her head back to look at you, her mind suddenly running marathons as she thinks of what to say, of what to ask.

"..Do I..look like your girlfriend..?" - she says calmly, yet there is undoubtedly hope and worry behind it.

"..No..My late wife.." - you respond, your voice still as confused as ever, but this time a little shaky, as a few distant, foggy memories pour into your mind.

"..Your hair, your voice..your face-.. you could be her twin.." - you continue, your gaze slowly drifting up to her eyes, which are staring at you intently.

A small, warm smile tugs at her lips as your words reach her ears. She leans over the table slightly, her right gloved hand drifting up to cup your cheek.

"My name is Black Swan.." - she responds calmly, yet it's just an exterior - she's so, so excited and relieved. You are regaining your memories, after all.