Chloe's confusion only grew deeper. "How do you have a picture of me from when I was little?"
Connor's smile, which had barely begun to form, faded away. "How can you still not remember?"
Chloe, now incredibly curious, pressed further, "Come on, spill it. Why do you have a photo of me as a kid? Did we actually meet back then?"
Connor, a tad annoyed, snatched the photo frame from Chloe's hands. "Of course, we did."
Chloe was completely taken aback. "We met as kids? When and where?"
Seeing Chloe's face full of curiosity, Connor was a bit surprised himself. "You seriously don't remember? We spent a whole month together, day in and day out, inseparable. You even used to sneak into my bed at night. Does none of this ring a bell?"
Chloe was shocked by his words. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever spend all day and night with you, let alone sneak into your bed?"
Chloe had absolutely no memory of any of this.
Connor pouted, "You really don’t remember, after I've kept you in my thoughts all these years."
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