Bakasi, there're just two parts posted and I'm already hooked.
Suddenly it didn’t feel so bad anymore to have no memory of what had happened before he had woken up in that alley. It wasn’t necessary; this was all the memory he wanted to have. She smelled like a rose on a warm summer morning. He could see it: dew covering the blossom and the first sunlight reflecting in it, sparkling in a thousand different colors. Kissing Lois was like coming home and at the same time it was the most exciting adventure he could think of.
My favorite quote. I love all this WAFF!
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As for the title,
Separated Lives, I'm guessing that this has to do with the 'stranger' at the alley. I think he isn't exactly a stranger, though I don't know exactly how it has happened.
Or it's my wild imagination speaking. :p
I'm looking forward for the next part.
Andreia
