**EPISODE 31 — *"REMEMBER ME"***
*Final Episode*
Silence filled the ruined cathedral—the kind that felt too heavy, too loud.
Lucian knelt on the cold marble floor, still holding Isha in his arms as though she might slip away if he loosened his grip for even a second.
Her silver eyes, cold and unfamiliar, stared up at him without a trace of recognition.
Not love.
Not fear.
Not even curiosity.
Just emptiness.
Lucian swallowed hard, trying to steady the tremble in his voice.
"Isha… it's me. Lucian."
He cupped her face gently.
"We've been through everything together. You— you loved me."
She blinked once. Slowly.
"I don't remember," she whispered.
Those three words destroyed him more than any blade, any spell, any curse ever had.
Lucian's hands shook. His voice cracked.
"Isha… please. Try."
She gently moved his hand away. The gesture was soft, not cruel.
But it hurt worse than a wound straight to the heart.
"I don't know you," she said quietly.
Her voice was calm. Empty.
A perfect immortal—untouched by emotion.
Lucian pressed his forehead to hers, desperate.
"You're the girl who made me feel alive again. The one who made me believe I still had a soul. You're my moonlight… my salvation."
Her body didn't react.
No memory flickered.
No recognition sparked.
Nothing.
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The vampire council watched silently.
Cold. Detached.
As if witnessing a natural consequence of ancient magic.
The High Elder stepped forward.
"The ritual was a success. She is immortal. Her human weaknesses have been washed away."
Lucian glared at him, eyes turning blood-red.
"You took her memories."
"That was the price," the Elder said calmly.
"Love is a human flaw. Now she is perfect."
Lucian's anger shook the very air, but he forced himself to focus on Isha… not the monsters who had done this.
He gently helped her stand, even though his hands trembled.
She looked down at him with a strange mixture of confusion and distance.
"Why are you crying?"
Lucian let out a broken laugh.
"Because… you used to scold me for being dramatic."
She tilted her head, as if trying to understand something far outside her grasp.
"Will my memories return?" she asked.
Lucian froze.
The Elder answered,
"No. They are gone. Forever. Immortality cannot share space with a mortal past."
Lucian stepped in front of Isha protectively, eyes blazing.
"No one decides her fate but her."
She looked between them… then back at Lucian.
"Why do you care so much?" she asked softly.
Lucian inhaled shakily.
Because that question was the sharpest knife of all.
He forced a gentle smile, even while his heart ached.
"Because you once told me," he whispered,
'*Lucian, I'll stay with you forever, even if forever hurts.*'"
A faint flicker crossed her expression—like a tiny spark behind her emotionless eyes.
Not a memory.
Just a reaction.
Hope.
Lucian stepped closer, slowly, carefully, like approaching a frightened creature.
"I don't expect you to remember," he said, voice heavy with love he could barely contain.
"But let me stay with you. Let me protect you. Let me earn your trust again."
He took her hand softly.
"I'll make you fall in love with me all over again… even if it takes eternity."
Isha looked down at their touching hands—hers glowing faintly with her new immortal aura, his warm and trembling with emotion.
"I don't understand this feeling," she whispered.
"But… your voice… it feels familiar."
Lucian's breath hitched.
She took another small step toward him.
"Maybe…" she said softly,
"Maybe you can tell me everything I forgot?"
Lucian nodded, a tear sliding down his cheek.
"I'll tell you every moment," he promised.
"Every smile. Every fight. Every kiss. Every time you saved me."
Isha slowly lifted her hand—hesitant—and touched his face.
Her cold fingertips brushed his warm cheek, and something inside her shifted.
A tiny crack in the stone shell of her new immortality.
She didn't remember their love…
But she felt something.
And sometimes… a feeling is the first step toward a memory.
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As the moon rose higher, Lucian wrapped his coat around Isha and guided her out of the broken cathedral.
She looked up at him, silver eyes glowing softly.
"What… was I to you?" she asked.
Lucian looked at her for a long, aching moment.
Then he spoke the truth.
"My everything."
"My curse."
"My miracle."
"My home."
She didn't understand the words.
But she understood the pain in his voice.
"I want to know you," she said.
Lucian's heart stuttered.
She wasn't choosing him out of memory.
She was choosing him now.
In this new immortal life.
A second chance.
A new beginning.
Lucian held out his hand, voice soft:
"Walk with me, Isha."
She took his hand.
Her fingers laced with his instinctively—like they had done thousands of times before.
And together, they stepped into the night.
Not as lovers who remembered the past…
But as two immortals destined to find each other again.
**End of Book **