Fate played a joke, letting her remember the breeze and green grass of that time, but she couldn't remember him.
She became a broken person, not as severely as her mother, perhaps, but the incompleteness was always there, the regret was always there, she was a burden.
In the dim light, Clyde Summers quietly watched Atra Blanc, and after a moment, he reached out to wipe the tears from her face, "Haven't you forgotten that you still have me? I have a good memory, I won't forget."
Hearing this, she choked up, "Clyde, please hold me."
He leaned over, kissed away her tears, and interlocked his fingers with hers.
Their soft palms pressed together, warm, throbbing, as if their hearts were connected too.
She passionately returned his kiss.
Casting aside all shyness and timidity, with tears flowing, she kissed him eagerly and longingly, fearing the next moment would return her to endless fog, never to see daylight again.
