Nervous

Keerah's POV

I woke up this morning on Eric's bed expecting to find him still sleeping or at least just woken up, but the bed space was empty and it looked like he left a few hours ago, because I reached out my hand to touch the place where he had been lying just a few hours ago, but the place was cold.

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Last night after Eric went to take his bath, I also went upstairs to my room to sleep, but I was just too nervous to fall asleep, as my conversations with Eric came repeating inside my head.

Even though I had said those words with much confidence, I was still not sure it meant getting back my memories.

"Like what if I would never able to be happy after I recall what happened to me."

All these thoughts only added to my nervousness and I continuously tossed and turned on my bed.

After tossing and turning for more than what felt like hours, I got up and decided to go find Eric I thought he was going to be in his room, but when I opened the doors, he wasn't there, and I even thought he