LORELEI’S POINT OF VIEW
It has been a day ever since we arrived here in the retreat center. Even though I am supposed to cure my selective amnesia here, I just cannot seem to remember even a single thing which kind of makes me feel hopeless. I know that I promised to Gene and also to myself that we will fight together until I got cured, I just cannot see myself to remember a thing. Because from the very start, my mind would not wiped away those memories of mine if it has not been so traumatic for me, and since my mind did that I know that it is refusing to remember those memories again.
“Yeah, I am already done,” I said to Gene over the phone while I am putting on my shoes.
“Okay! Then I will just wait for you here outside your room.” Gene said and I can imagine that while he is sayin
