Abel's POV
As she uttered the words "I wish my memory would return tomorrow," my heart raced at an alarming rate, pounding in my chest like a drum. Fear gripped me, suffocating the excitement and joy I had felt just moments before. I was paralyzed, unable to muster the courage to offer the encouragement and support she deserved. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of suspicion creeping in, making my anxiety worse. I felt trapped, desperate for an escape. I hastily excused myself to use the bathroom, my legs trembling as I walked away. The bathroom door closed behind me, but my heart continued to race with fear. The thought of her regaining her memory terrified me - I might become her enemy, and everything we shared would crumble. But if we could deepen our connection, and come intimate, pe
