**Kael**

I feel empty. Drained. It is nervewrecking knowing that I have no memories of who I am or what my life is about. Carla, the doctor filled me in on details, details that only annoys me because I should know them. No one should narrate my life to me. Why can't I remember?!

Her scent drifts into the car as she settles beside me, and I relax because only her scent has been comfortingto me since I woke from that hospital bed. I don't remember her, but my body does. My senses react to her in a way you would never imagine possible. Lilac — the name feels so...