Damon……. Salvatore

Damon Salvatore's life became a succession of empty beginnings. Each day he woke up with his mind a blank slate, trapped in a constant fog caused by anterograde amnesia that erased any new memories before they could take root.

On his desk he always found a dark-covered diary, carefully placed like an anchor in the midst of chaos. On its first pages, firm handwriting explained the essentials: his name, his status, and then something that always stopped him longer than necessary. Valeria. His girlfriend.

The diary described Valeria as a 19-year-old, delicate even in the way she breathed, sensitive to every gesture, and deeply affectionate. It said he loved her with an intensity that even now, without memories, seemed to throb in his chest like a persistent echo. Damon didn't remember ever meeting her, but every time he read about her, something inside him softened.

Valeria, on the other hand, was living a different story, one where love had to be rebuilt every day. She cherished every detail, every glance, every shared moment, knowing that the next morning he would remember nothing. Even so, she persisted, because in Damon's small gestures, in the way his gaze lingered on her a second longer than necessary, she found signs that, somewhere deeper than memory, he still chose her.