ECHOES IN THE CORRIDOR / ELENA TO HERSELF
She’s starting to remember.
Not everything. Not yet. But her eyes hesitate on mirrors now. Her fingers linger on perfume bottles like they’re holy. And once—she whispered something in her sleep.
Something that sounded like mine.
But the road back is long. Too long.
What if she never reaches me?
What if she gets there and doesn’t want me anymore?
What if Lucan wins?
He can’t.
…I don’t think.
But fuck, he’s trying.
And if she forgets me again— I’ll forget who I am too.













