Chapter 149 The Pieces I Chose

　　After the dance, Caitlyn began to experience stronger flashes—more than just feelings, but fragments of memories that had been locked away. It started small, like a flicker in the corner of her mind, but soon, the flashes became more vivid, more frequent. Conversations that she couldn’t fully place, scents that felt familiar but distant, moments frozen in time, like a firelit kiss or Raymond’s voice whispering promises in the dark. 　　One day, after one such flash, she found herself sitting at a desk in their old tent, scribbling down every piece that came to her. She had started journaling, trying to make sense of the bits and pieces of her life with him that she could barely remember. 　　Her pen moved furiously across the paper: Her own hands holding a dying flower, then lighting a battlefield in silver flame. 　　The words felt both foreign and familiar. She could feel the memories, even if she didn’t fully understand them. A part of her was awakening—something deep inside, something