Where the Wind Remembers

t the classroom. The girl's words lingered in his mind

y from t

in the way she said it that made him question everythi

across the stone paths. Students sat on benches, chatting in groups, but Ayan felt detached from it all. H

, and he fumbled to pu

rom an unkn

orgotten. We'll meet soon. Reme

hitched.

tatic raced through his phone, and for a brief second, the background of his screen glitched, revealin

but it was gone before h

vier with each passing second. He had to go back. He had to

ampus. It was tucked behind some trees, nearly hidden from view, almost as though it were intent

quickened. Me

oward it. He didn't know why, but something deep insi

ached the door. The building was quiet, almost eerily so. When he reached for the h

lined the walls, each one stacked high with weathered boxes and files. It was a labyrinth

of the room, bent over a desk, scri

iously, his heart po

the bridge of his nose, his eyes tired but sharp. H

oft, like the whisper of pages turnin

ked. "Who

is nose, his lips curving into a faint smile.

There was something off about the man'

he man continued. "I'm he

legs go weak.

imply. "Everything you've forgott

ght of the air closing in around him.

one darkening. "But you did. And now, things are moving faster tha

as spinning.

crape. He walked toward one of the shelves and pulled out a small, lea

st. Your real name. The person you were before the accident. It's a

his gaze never left the professor's. "What are yo

owing colder. "But be careful. There are those who don't want you to. They will t

feeling the weight of it, both physica

eak open behind him. A soft cl

er. The girl from the classroom. She was stand

said quietly, her voice sharp. "And now you're

to speak, but the word

toward her. "You shoul

xed firmly on Ayan. "I had to. He's not ready. But

colder, as the tension

ing the weight of the past pressing down

in the book Ayan was still holding. He glanced down at it, his mind reeling from the

locked onto Ayan, the same inte

, his voice hoarse. He wasn't sure if he wa

easured steps. "Because you're not ready

n his hands felt like an anchor, as if it were tet

in, this time his voice sharp

g as if she were considering how t

as all he needed to know. And yet, the words

unreadable expression, cleared his throat. "This is pointless. He doesn't

something like frustration in her gaze. "Time? You thi

g deeply unsettling in her words, something he

to him. "The memories are locked for a reason, Ayan

at do you mean? Why woul

d him for a moment, her gaze softening ever so slightly. "Because you had to. Your past

cross his brow. He could feel the floor beneath him shi

f him already knew the answer. He could sense it. Something was c

hed into her bag and pulled out a small, worn photogr

re, stark against the darkened sky. There was somethin

irl said softly, her voice almost no

hest. The building felt like a key to something buried

n't remember? It wasn't an accident. It was a choice. And it was made by peopl

n repeated, a mix of c

just Ayan. You were someone el

ograph, then at the girl. "S

and now they want you back. They'll stop at nothing to make sure you don't remember the

ath caught in his th

, her gaze intense. "They've been watching you, Ayan.

about his lost memories. This wasn't just about him being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There were

e room, rattling the shelves and knocking over a few loose books. Ayan's stomac

widened slightly

ve slammed shut behind them, locking with a deafening clang. The r

chest. Something was coming.

s earlier calm replaced by ur

hing. He was trapped. Trapped between memories, between truths he d

Ayan demanded,

bed his arm, pulling him toward the back of the room

since he arrived on campus, Ayan felt like a piece of a much larger pu