Talia's POV
“What if I was also rejected by my partner?” I asked. I really do not know whether or not I want an answer to that. It would be very catastrophic. To imagine that it might be what could've killed me, and here I am, with a large chunk of my memory missing.
“There's only one way to find out.” Karl says, suggestively. His smile is scary and annoying, but he's just being frank.
“I don't want to.” I confessed.
“That's not news.” He said, proudly. “You want to remain in nowhere with a godforsaken roguish nobody?” He asked me.
Maybe he thinks that would have scared me, but it doesn't. I would rather hide here, or in a place ten times worse if getting back my memories is going to be opening a literal can of worms.
“I'm not going to give an answer to that.” I have more pressi
