Alex lifted his hands, ran his fingers through his hair and tugged at them. His brows pulled together in a hard knot. He was trying. Trying his best to remember because he couldn't stand it. Seeing her cry and beg like this was unbearable.
It all started to make sense now. He finally understood the reason behind all these feelings of déjà vu, all those familiar feelings he felt since that night she appeared before him. This all made sense to him finally after hearing her words, her confession. It seemed like the images he had been seeing were fragments of his memories that he had forgotten. There was no other way to explain all this because he could see scenes that she had described perfectly in his head. They were exactly as she had narrated. Even though he couldn't make out any of the faces nor hear any voices, he was certain of it - that the woman in his head was none other than Abigail.
