"Sophia..." Dexter was shaken by my self-harm, understanding it as a form of protest against those lurking in the shadows. Yet, he couldn't bear to see me hurt.
He would rather I remain in amnesia than face the unbearable truth. At least I could have lived a carefree life then.
For all the years I had been without memory, Dexter had chosen to watch over me from a distance, enduring his own suffering to ensure I remained safe.
He kept himself hidden from me, dreading the idea of triggering memories that would plunge me back into a world of torment. His sole desire had been to protect me.
Even as I had found love elsewhere, he had kept his distance, silently bearing the heartache.
I could only imagine the anguish he felt as he witnessed the woman he loved forget him entirely and fall for another.
