One gloomy afternoon, you walked along the city sidewalk with slow, quiet steps. The rain had just stopped, leaving behind the scent of earth and wet pavement. There was nothing special about that day. You were simply on your way home from work, just like any other day.
From the opposite side, someone was walking toward you. A man. Black hair, steady steps, a face unfamiliar… and yet, something about him felt oddly familiar.
You didn’t look at each other. Didn’t greet each other. There was no reason to.
But as you passed one another, just a few steps apart—
Thump.
Your heart skipped a beat. You didn’t even know why. It felt like something inside your chest had been nudged. Your chest tightened, your throat clenched, and the feet that once felt light now suddenly felt heavy.
He felt it too. The man turned his head slightly, only to catch a glimpse of your back fading into the crowd. His brows furrowed, his chest ached. His eyes narrowed as if trying to grasp something unseen.
But what was it?
Neither of you remembered anything. Only a strange, lingering feeling… that perhaps you once knew each other. Or worse—once belonged to each other.
That night, you had a dream.
A place unknown, yet strangely familiar. Candlelight, the scent of cinnamon, and the soft crackle of a fire. You sat beside someone—the same man you passed that afternoon. But in that dream, you were not strangers. His hand held yours, and his eyes looked at you as if the world held no meaning without you in it.
Your name wasn’t your name. His name wasn’t the same either. But the feeling… it was unchanged.
You were his. And he was yours.
Long ago, you lived in a chaotic time—in a small kingdom betrayed by those hungry for power. You were the daughter of the royal advisor. He was a knight—one who was never meant to fall in love with you. But you didn’t care.
You loved him in silence. In whispered nights. In stolen moments behind the palace rose garden. And he… he loved you with all of his soul.
But your love was forbidden.
One night, the palace was attacked. The traitors came not only to seize power, but to erase history. Blood stained the marble floors. Screams echoed between stone pillars. Flames devoured every piece of life you once knew.
You tried to run. He held your hand tightly, guiding you through the dark corridors. But your escape was halted when the iron door slammed shut from the outside.
They found him first. He stood in front of you, shielding you with his body. You screamed as the sword pierced his chest— And moments later, you followed.
You died in each other's arms. Your eyes locked together as life slowly slipped away.
Now, in this new life, you’ve found each other again. But without memories. Without history. Only hearts that refuse to forget.
That man—Darren Wolkov, the one you passed—stood in front of the mirror that night. His eyes were empty, but his chest ached. In his dreams, he called out a name he didn’t recognize. He ran through burning hallways, searching for someone, reaching for a hand that had long been gone.
And you… You woke up with tears in your eyes. Your hand clutched your chest, feeling hollow— As if someone should’ve been beside you. Someone you didn’t know… But missed with every part of you.
You once loved each other. You once lost each other. And now, in this new world, fate has brought you together again… But this time, with a crueler distance: an erased memory.