Chapter ninety four

Angel

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm ambiance across the room, and I found myself marveling at the woman before me. Everything she does makes me want her and love her even more. Her eyes, her motion—she's just the best, and I can't even remember who she is. My memory is refusing to return.

In the quiet sanctuary of our makeshift haven, memories seemed to slip through my grasp like elusive specters. But in their absence, a profound connection thrived—a connection that defied the limitations of recollection.

As the evening unfolded, Selena's presence became a beacon of comfort amid the uncertainties. The worry etched on her face during that fateful morning transformed into a determined resolve to turn our confined space into a haven of shared moments. It was as if the more memories slipped away, the more our connection asserted its strength.

"Selena, do you remember the circus?" I asked, a flicker of nostalgia lighting up my eyes.

She chuckled, the sound echoing through