DYER

I make my way back to the den with a feeling of loss and an unexplainable pain shoots from deep down my chest.

The expression on Aislyn’s face is enough proof that she has no memory of me.

I had doubts before, and even stubbornly argued within myself that she couldn't forget about me so easily.

But coming face to face with her, and seeing the confused look in her eyes was like a heavy blow aimed straight to my heart.

Its impact still leaves my heart aching all over.

So much pain ...