I was in love with the drunken guy who had dredged me up in a cheap cafe on that trip to Los Angeles. It sounded crazy, insane, but that’s how it was. And I didn’t give a shit about it. There was only one little problem... I didn't knew more about him than his first name and I didn't knew if he lived in Miami or S...
She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?
