Those photographs were originally just for fun, taken by Alexander Summers as he dragged her along, yet he mistook them for reality.
Purple Summers felt even more heartbroken, unable to utter a single word, with tears uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks.
His memories represented the most cherished truths in his heart, his dreams.
Even if he forgot everything else, dreams would never be forgotten.
The tears of Purple Summers made Alexander realize something, his expression first one of astonishment, then it turned grave, gloomy and heavy. His fingers slowly clenched as he murmured softly, "Am I mentally ill..."
"You just remembered it wrong!" Purple Summers held him tightly, "You will remember!"
She took a deep breath and emphasized again in a low voice, "You will remember."
The room lost its former warmth as Alexander lay listlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling in silence.
Purple Summers nestled in his arms, feeling a sharp pain in her heart.
