Eyes flying open I looked around the familiar room to find that what I had just witnessed was a dream, or rather a fragment of my missing memory. Despite having seen that man twice now I still couldn't remember who he was or what he meant to me. The only indication I had that he was someone important was how my heart felt after seeing him.
Closing my eyes I tried to will the memory to come back, even if it was another small piece, but I was coming up empty handed and a headache was beginning to form.
Giving up I got out of bed and headed to the washroom so I could clean myself up since I was covered in sweat and other...things... from my time spent with Elias. His scent covered my body and I wanted to be rid of it so I could stop the desire I felt from it, even if I didn't love him or e
