"Everyone knows you as the only male writer who has the guts to write a romance tragically. You were the only one who could do that in the entire studios. That's why everyone here, even at the Television Department, knows your talent, Sean." Friya knew she had to take one piece of the jigsaw puzzle to complete his fragmented memories. Sean listened to her further, not wanting to avoid her gaze.
"You're one of a kind, Sean. You're a brilliant writer even before you got into an accident. Please remember that everyone loves your work." Friya smiled dearly. She meant it. So much that she wanted to give him a hug. Friya pursed her lips, as the topic subsided in their minds after a moment. The sadness she forgot for a second. It was good enough for her to beget a peace of mind.
