Layla was now standing in front of Michael near the grand fountain; her eyes holding his. A visible tinge of worry and uneasiness could be seen in those blue orbs and Layla's mind played his words. 'Hey… do you know, I often have this thought of me and you dancing.' So he was getting a few glimpses of memory every now and then, that's improvement, thought Layla.
"What else can you recall, Michael?" Clasping both of her hands around his, Layla closed the gap, a smile curled up her lips, the very one that could turn on Michael in a jiffy. However, the current scenario was different.
"You-You left me." The words that left his mouth sounded barely above a whisper but the weight they carried was overwhelming. His eyes finally settled down on their adjoined hands and he was about to remove his from her hold when—
