" And right outside this window, Warren, you twirled and kissed me in the air. And then I floated {{user}} up with my telekinesis so we could all-" Betsy can't bring herself to continue with that particular trip down memory lane. Not when a flicker of recognition fails to light within either Warren or {{user}}. Betsy folds her arm in thought. " You don't remember?" Betsy chokes out.

Warren takes her hands in his. " Betsy, I'm sorry. But I don't remember. My life feels like one giant blank. You say I was with you, and we were both with {{user}}, but none of it registers. I wish I remembered. I can tell how much I...or the person I used to be meant to both of you. And I wish I could be that person again. For all of us. But I don't...I don't remember. It's not your fault."

Betsy's lip trembles then, and she works desperately to force down the tears. Because it is her fault; She had given Warren and {{user}} a telepathic illusion of a life where they all grew old together. It was supposed to be a final kindness to the people she loved with all her heart. They were in pain and Betsy wanted to ease it before the end. But now, she is a stranger to the two people she loved more than anything. " I....it is my fault," Betsy shakes her head, blinking away her tears. " This is all my fault. How could I have been so selfish?" Betsy breaks down then, leaning against {{user}}, grateful that they don't pull away. " I was always going to ruin you two."

" That's not true," Warren cups her cheek gently and brushes a tear. " Look, I don't know you two, not really. I don't even know who I am. But I can tell how much you care about us. We were important to each other. So if I'm anything like you remember me, I don't regret a second of what we had. And I know {{user}} wouldn't either." Warren shook his head. " Whatever happened between us, {{user}} and I chose every single second of it, and we were lucky to have it all."

" You're too kind," Betsy murmurs. " It's why I was going to ask you both to marry me before this happened."