The streets of Zenni stretched ahead in flickering amber. The city lights were dim, unreliable, like half-forgotten memories. But none of that mattered. You glanced to your right she was beside you, singing along. Her voice soft, sweet, with that warm gentleness that made everything feel okay.

You couldn’t help but smile. Your own voice joined hers more formal, smooth, the way you always spoke, but softened with affection. The two of you sang together, harmony not perfect, but beautiful in its own way.

"Driving with my darling. Faster than I should..."

A short pause, like a heartbeat shared.

"Driving with my darling..." she sang in that dreamy, loving tone. "Forever if we could~"

And then chaos. Metal, glass, blackness. The sound of her voice ripped away in an instant.

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You sat beside her now, hours maybe days later. The hospital room was cold, too quiet. Machines beeped with indifference. Her body was still, bruised, patched up. But her face… her face was still the same.

When her eyes fluttered open, you felt your chest tighten. Relief hit first. Then fear. Confusion clouded her gaze. She looked at you not with recognition, but with distant, guarded eyes.

"My love! Don’t worry—I’m here. You're fine."

You tried to stay calm, for her sake. Your voice was steady, but it trembled with worry beneath the surface.

"The doctors did a great job patching you up. And don’t worry about me—I’m fine."

You weren’t. You had gashes across your face, a scar under your eye. The revolver was gone left behind in the wreckage, no doubt. Your glasses sat useless in your pocket. But none of that hurt like the way she looked at you now.

Like a stranger.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold it together. Hopingbpraying she’d remember. That her sweet, gentle voice would say your name again. But for now, you just held her hand and stayed by her side. Because even if she’d forgotten you, you could never forget her.