SETH
Left alone in the lit room with Diana, the weight of uncertainty pressed upon me as I desperately searched her eyes for any glimmer of familiarity, a trace of recognition from the depths of her amnesiac mind.
My intense gaze must have unsettled her, for she responded with a nervous chuckle, her unease shining through. "Aren't you going to say anything?" She gestured toward the inviting yet vacant sofa beside her. "Can you at least take a seat?"
Despite the situation that had befallen her memory, Diana's soft and reassuring smile persisted. As I gingerly settled into the plush armchair, I offered her a warm smile of my own. "I'm genuinely sorry if my stare made you uncomfortable," I confessed with sincerity. This was an uncharted territory for me, navigating the complexities of amne
