Mira didn't let go of him until the very last second.
But she knew—
She couldn't hold his hand forever.
Because whatever was happening…
It wasn't something she could stop with just that.
Her mind was already slipping.
Memories fading.
Details disappearing.
And the most terrifying part—
She didn't know what would go next.
"Mira," he said softly.
She looked at him.
Trying to focus.
Trying to hold onto his face.
"Listen to me carefully," he continued.
Her heart tightened.
Because his voice felt… slightly distant now.
Like it was already being pulled away.
"You need to write everything down," he said.
Her brows furrowed.
"Write?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"Yes. Every memory. Every detail. Everything you remember about us."
Mira's chest tightened.
Because that meant—
They were preparing for her to forget.
Completely.
Her fingers trembled.
"What if I forget even that?" she asked.
A pause.
Then—
"Then the words will remember for you."
Her heart ached.
Because that sounded like hope—
But also like goodbye.
She shook her head slightly.
"No… I don't want it to come to that…"
He stepped closer.
His presence still strong.
Still real.
"It won't be the end," he said softly.
"It's just another way to fight it."
Mira looked at him.
Trying to believe that.
Trying to hold onto that.
Then slowly—
She nodded.
"Okay…"
That night—
Mira sat at her desk.
The notebook open in front of her.
The same one.
The one that started everything.
Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the pen.
"This is so strange…" she whispered.
She had written stories before.
Dreams.
Ideas.
But never something like this.
Never something she was afraid to forget.
She took a deep breath.
Then began writing.
"His name is—"
Her pen stopped.
Her heart dropped instantly.
Because—
She couldn't complete the sentence.
Her hand froze.
"No…" she whispered.
Her chest tightened painfully.
"I just knew this…"
Just hours ago.
Just minutes ago.
And now—
Gone.
Her fingers trembled harder.
She quickly moved to another line.
"We met at a café."
She paused.
That was still there.
Still clear.
Her breath steadied slightly.
"Okay… okay…" she murmured.
"Start from the beginning…"
She continued writing.
"He felt familiar from the start.""We met again on a rooftop.""We both had the same dream.""We saw ourselves from another time."
Her hand moved faster now.
As if she was racing against something.
Because she was.
Every second—
Something could disappear.
Her breathing became uneven.
She turned the page.
Writing more.
"There is a loop.""We meet, connect, then separate.""One of us forgets."
Her chest tightened again.
She paused.
Her eyes filled slightly.
"Don't forget this…" she whispered to herself.
Her pen moved again.
"We promised to change the ending."
A small tear fell onto the page.
Blurring the ink slightly.
But she didn't stop.
She couldn't.
Because she felt it again.
That emptiness.
Getting closer.
Stronger.
Her grip on the pen tightened.
"I won't let this disappear…" she said softly.
Her hand moved again.
"I asked him to stay."
She paused.
Her breath caught.
This part.
This was the most important part.
The moment that decided everything.
Her heart pounded.
"Write it…" she whispered.
"Before it's gone…"
Her pen touched the paper again.
"He said—"
Her hand stopped.
Her eyes widened.
Because suddenly—
The words in her mind vanished.
Completely.
"No…" she whispered.
Her chest tightened.
Her breath became uneven.
"I just remembered this…"
But now—
Nothing.
Only silence.
Her hands started shaking.
"No, no, no…" she said.
She tried to think.
Tried to force it back.
But it was gone.
Like it had never existed.
Her heart pounded painfully.
"They're taking it…" she whispered.
Her eyes filled with fear.
"They're taking the ending…"
Her fingers clenched the pen tightly.
As if holding onto it would bring the memory back.
But it didn't.
Instead—
Something even worse happened.
She looked down at the page again.
And her breath stopped.
Because the words she had already written—
Were changing.
Slowly.
Subtly.
But clearly.
"We met at a café."
Faded slightly.
"We met…"
The rest of the sentence—
Gone.
Mira's heart dropped.
"No…" she whispered.
Her hands trembled violently now.
"They're changing it…"
This wasn't just forgetting.
This was something rewriting her reality.
Her memories.
Her proof.
Everything.
Her breathing became shaky.
"What do I do…" she whispered.
Her mind felt empty.
Lost.
Then suddenly—
A thought appeared.
A small one.
But strong.
Not a memory.
A feeling.
She quickly wrote one last line.
"I don't remember your name…"
Her hand trembled.
But she forced herself to continue.
"But I remember that I love you."
The pen slipped from her hand.
Her breath uneven.
Her heart heavy.
Because even if everything disappeared—
Even if every memory was erased—
That feeling…
Was still there.
And maybe—
That was the only thing that could survive this.