Noah's POV
It was done.
A sigh left my lips and I fell back on my chair, swiveling it around.
I was getting married to Layla publicly. I had postponed it for way too long already.
Layla had been patient. Despite the fact that I didn't remember her, she stayed by me. She never got mad that I saw her as a stranger, that the love which we had once shared had disappeared.
"This is the right thing," I mumbled to myself, exhaling deeply.
It was the right thing to do.
Yes, I still wanted to regain my memories, the headaches were getting more frequent now, and so were the flashes.
But,
I was sure now that Layla had been with me for as long as she said.
Even the cinema manager confirmed it.
After spending a few more minutes in my study, I got up and walked to my room.
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