C85 DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME (PART TWO)

The wind blew through our clothes as we both stared at each other, but his eyes were black and he looked so much like Gerard, something felt off.

No, he was Gérard. I can never forget about his scent.

“Gerard.’ I murmured, burst out in tears and hugged him. “Where the hell have you been? Why did you disappear from me like that? Please, Gerard, don’t leave me like that again