#Chapter112
DIANE’S AMNESIA
Diane’s P.O.V.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out of it. With how butterflies tingled my stomach from that memory, I could feel like my heart was exhilarating, pulses were racing, and everything was real. At the same time, I got frustrated—feeling unfulfilled.
Did I have a boyfriend, and it just happened that my mind had forgotten him?
But how?
My mind naturally stirred back into the present, but my heart looked like it dwelled in the past. It was trying to pull my inner self to remain in my trance. It was a good memory and worth keeping safe in my heart, but I wanted to fully remember it back.
/"Diane?/" The doctor called me, dragging me out of my reverie.
