Lewiston's POV
She came for me. Maya came to me. And for a second, I felt good. I was okay. With her around my arms, and me breathing in her scent. I closed my eyes for a second, and I saw memories. Good memories. I saw the woman that looked like her her. But the hair was different. Hers was in a bob cut and she had a baby with her. A baby that looked exactly like her, but with my eyes, and my nose. It felt weird. She looked she was five years old, and her smile was the brightest thing I've ever seen. It was so heart-warming.
It was like I had a life before I lost my memory. A life that seemed so carefree that it looked like it wasn't mine. We were at the park, the woman was sunbathing her skin, like it was the only thing mattered in the world. I could see her in flashes, but not her exact face.