Someone once told me life was about the journey, and not what you conquer at the end; that when it’s over, in your very last moments, all you’ll remember is the good people you met, the good things you did, and the happy moments you lived. Right there, feeling the wind against my face, looking at all of them laughing...
Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy...
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?