Three years after their breakup, Emma saw Noah again, and for one terrible second, she forgot how to breathe. He stood across the hotel ballroom, surrounded by strangers and warm golden lights. But Emma barely noticed anyone else. It was him. The same smile. The same dark eyes. Even the small scar above his eyebrow was exactly where she remembered it. Her heart raced as memories came flooding back. Late-night conversations. His hand in hers. The promises they had made when they believed their love would last forever. Then came the breakup. Three years of silence. Three years of trying to forget him. And now he was standing only a few steps away. Emma walked toward him before she could change her mind. “Noah…” He turned. Their eyes met. Emma waited for recognition. Instead, he gave her a polite smile. “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?” She froze. For a moment, she thought he was joking. She almost laughed. But there was no warmth in his expression. No hidden smile. No sign that he remembered anything. He truly had no idea who she was. Later that night, Emma learned the truth. Three years earlier, Noah had been in a terrible accident. He had survived, but the injury had damaged his memory. He had forgotten years of his life. Including her. Emma told herself she should leave him alone. After all, she was a stranger to him now. But something kept pulling her back. Whenever she walked past Noah, he would instinctively reach for her hand. The first time, he seemed confused by his own reaction. The second time, Emma pulled away. The third time, neither of them moved. There was something inside him that remembered, even if his mind could not. Then Emma cried one evening. She tried to hide it. Noah noticed anyway. He sat beside her without asking questions. He handed her a tissue and gently told her to breathe. It was exactly how he used to comfort her. The same words. The same calm voice. Emma stared at him through her tears. He had forgotten her face. But somehow, he still remembered how to make her feel safe. Then Noah began having dreams. Every night, he dreamed about a woman. He could never see her face. But he knew he loved her. He knew he had made her a promise. One evening, Emma finally gathered enough courage to ask him. “What do you see in your dreams?” Noah looked down. “A girl,” he whispered. “A girl I promised I’d love forever.” Emma felt her throat tighten. “Do you remember her name?” Noah slowly shook his head. “No.” Emma looked away before he could see the tears in her eyes. She had spent three years believing their love was over. Now she was standing beside the man she once loved, listening to him describe a memory that belonged to her. Then Noah suddenly became still. He looked directly at Emma. His expression changed. Almost like something deep inside him had awakened. He leaned closer. And in a trembling voice, he whispered the words that broke her heart all over again. “Why does your voice sound like her?” Emma couldn't answer. Because for the first time in three years, she realized something terrifying. Maybe Noah had forgotten her. But his heart hadn't.