Luka's POV
I looked at her with longing in my eyes.
"I loved you," I continued, the words pouring out of me now. "I loved you more than I've ever loved anyone. You were supposed to be my wife. We were supposed to have a life together. And then you died and I had to bury you. For a whole decade, I've lived with the fact that I failed you. That I wasn't there when you needed me. That I couldn't save you."
"I really don't know what the f**k you're talking about," she maintained but her voice was softer now. Her expression had shifted to pity.
"Look at me." I moved closer, desperate for her to see me, to remember, to be who I needed her to be. "Really look at me. Don't you remember anything? Not even a little?"
"No." She shook her head. "I'm sorry but no. I've never seen you before today.
