She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving, and she couldn't, in the end, remember it all.

Alex was on a plane to Barcelona. Unexpectedly she made friends with two guys who sat next to her. They were touristing in the city. Thinking she would never see them again, a forgotten bag was left on the plane. A name tag read "CHARLES LECLERC" and a phone number was everything she needed. Will it plan out as Alex wants it too? Will she meet the guy again? And is he really who she thought he was?... - disclaimer: this story is fictional also contains light smut (ch. 11, 18 & 30) the chapters become longer after the first ones