He was Her.

For three long years, Kleyn held her breath waiting for the guy who owned her heart-who vanished without a word, leaving nothing but faded memories and a hollow ache she thought would never heal. Until the day Elliara walked in.

There was something hauntingly familiar about her: the same eyes that once looked at her with warmth, the same smile that felt like coming home. Kleyn told herself it was just a trick of the mind, a desperate wish taking shape. But she fell anyway-hard, fast, and certain this time would be different. That they were meant to keep each other safe in their little hideaway.

Until the night of their second month anniversary. Words turned cold, truths broke loose, and what Kleyn thought was love unraveled into something far darker. Revenge, it turned out, wore the face of the person she'd loved all along. In the quiet dark, two guns were raised. Two fingers pulled back. Then silence.

When Kleyn opened her eyes again, there was no blood, no Elliara-only cold white walls, blinding lights, and the hum of people in a white long gown- fine like a coat. Tests, questions, locked doors: this was her reality now. The memories felt so vivid they burned, yet names slipped through her fingers, faces blurred like watercolor in rain. Was it all a nightmare? Or did she only dream the pain felt real?

Then the door opened, and a girl stepped inside-with the exact smile that haunted her every waking thought.

Could she truly have forgotten everything on her own? Was what she carried only a dream... or was it a memory they forced her to bury? And if the boy she loved and the woman who broke her were never two separate people-who, really, was the one she had been loving all along?

"How could you do that to me?... How could you easily kill me?..." - Kleyn