Dara wasn't supposed to care.
He was just another arrogant boy with too many fans and too little time for people like her. But then, he did it...
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Three taps of his pen. One slow breath. A habit.
So ordinary. So devastating...
Her head throbbed.
Hard.
Sharp.
Like a memory trying to break out of her skull...
And suddenly...
A quill in moonlight. A boy in black linen.
Eyes full of pain, whispering something her heart understood. But her mind couldn't...
Her heart clenched. Her breath caught. And then...
A blinding flash...
A candlelit study.
Books stacked like towers. Ink-stained fingers. and him...
Tapping a quill against his lips, lost in thoughts.
He did it there too. The same rhythm. The same slow breathe. before he wrote her name in a hidden journal...
It wasn't just Deja vu. It was a memory. Buried deep. Breaking free.
And in that tiny habit, that unspoken echo...
"Their story wasn't supposed to begin again. And yet, here they are... "
Next memory will be unlocked tomorrow. So, stay tuned...