Mira wakes with a full mind.
The losses are gone. Her memories return, seamless and intact. Her life fits again.
There is no ache. Only a quiet space she doesn't try to fill.
Months later, she crosses the bridge at dusk. The city glows. The river moves on.
She pauses, just once.
For a moment, she feels watched—not by presence, but by something gentler.
Memory without ownership.
She smiles.
Far away, in the space between what was and what almost was, something settles into rest.
Because even if she does not remember him—
someone else does.