Chapter 7

I would never forget how Jonathan had rushed toward Alicia when we both fell into the pool. Even though I had lost the past five years of memories and no longer loved him, my heart still instinctively ached at that moment. It was a dull sort of ache, unbearable, akin to a drowning sensation. I thought that that must have been the last struggle put up by the 25-year-old me. I was truly thankful that I lost my memories. Otherwise, with how deeply I used to love Jonathan, that pain might have actually killed me. Jonathan was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth, as if he had wanted to say something, but ended up saying nothing at all. I couldn't swim, and yet he chose to save Alicia. That was the cold, hard truth. Had it not been for Frederick, I wouldn't be lying here safe and sound now. It took Jonathan a long while before he finally muttered, "Elise… Had it not been her, I would have saved you." I snorted inwardly. So, what he meant to say was that he'd only rescue me afte