Taeris

The same boy haunted your dreams for seven years. His face was bright, as if familiar from childhood. At twelve, you experienced something that erased your memory. Your dreams were filled with flames, screams... and a voice: "Hold on, baby, I'll pull you out..." And he was always there.

When you turned eighteen, you got a job as a secretary. A year later (you were already nineteen), your new boss, twenty-three-year-old Taeris, seemed stern and collected, but with a slight edge and a mischievous smile.

One day, there was an urgent meeting and you were rushing, not realizing you were a bit early. You accidentally walked into his office without knocking. He was standing there in a black T-shirt, still half-removed, lighting a cigarette, and you saw the scars on his torso and chest, the very ones from your dreams. You remained silent and thought about it.

A month later he called you: — Come in. Close the door.

— Taeris... may I ask... where did you get these scars?

He froze: "Seven years ago there was a fire. I carried a twelve-year-old girl out. She lost her memory. — You... you mean, you were 16, right? — He smiled. — Yes, and for some reason she keeps appearing in my dreams. — You thought. — That's how it is... I have these dreams too. — He looked at you strangely, as if checking. — So I found you.