prologue

4.0 | on the next spring .

❛ if today is the last day of the world, I think I'd have the most fun with you ❛

In summer of 1997, I remembered vividly how it all started crumpling down.
I watched as she slowly lost her memories, as she let go of everything and as that beautiful voice asking "who are you?"

× a short story ×

+ an english fic
+ angst