I Loved You When You Killed Me
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Not through nostalgia. Not through dreams. But through haunting recollections of something colder, older... and violently final.
After being diagnosed with Hyperthymesia-a condition that grants him the unbearable gift of perfect memory-Felix begins to unravel. At first, it's fragments: a voice pleading. A scream tearing through silence. Blood staining the floor. A fall that sends his soul crashing through time. But none of it belongs to this life.
Because Felix is remembering a past he didn't know he had.
And in that life... someone murdered him.
As visions sharpen into agonizing clarity, Felix is thrust into a suffocating game of shadows and suspicion. The people around him-his professors, his peers, even his closest friends-are no longer just part of his present. They were there before. And one of them took everything from him.
The deeper he digs, the more twisted the truth becomes. Memory lies. Faces blur. But the terror is real. He's chasing the footsteps of his own death, unraveling a fate that seems hellbent on repeating itself. And when he finally sees the face of the one who betrayed him...
It's not just familiar.
It's someone he still trusts.
Felix made a fatal mistake once.
This time, remembering may not be enough to survive.
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