Marta held Meow's hand. "Miss, everything I've said is for your own good. Believe me, I can't be wrong about this. Of course, the final decision still has to be yours. But I just keep thinking, even if it's a fake marriage, being with a 'good person' you already know is still better than marrying some stranger, isn't it?"
Meow nodded. "Mm, I understand. I'll think it over carefully tonight and talk to Tyr tomorrow."
"Then have a good rest. Drink your milk, and I wish you sweet dreams."
"Mm, you too, Marta."
"Good night."
"Good night."
...
After Marta left, Meow held the milk in her hands without drinking it, lazily rotating the cup in her fingers.
In her head she kept replaying what Marta had said. Two years. Two years… actually, it wasn't that long. With her brain like this, who knew when she'd ever be able to remember the past. If she kept putting off treatment, never mind two years—she might not remember for the rest of her life.
