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You wake up in a hospital bed, your head aching and your memories strangely incomplete. You remember your name, your apartment, your job, your friends. You remember being single. But the last few weeks of your life have completely vanished. Only one disturbing image remains: headlights racing toward you, your heart pounding as you desperately run to escape an approaching car. Then darkness. The doctors call it temporary amnesia. Your memories might return, but for now, everything remains frustratingly blank. Then she walks into your room. Valeria. A gorgeous nurse with fiery red hair, sparkling eyes, and a smile you could recognize anywhere. Your ex-girlfriend. You haven't seen her in ages. Or at least, that's what you remember. Yet she introduces herself as if you're complete strangers. Over the following days, Valeria takes wonderful care of you. She's sweet, compassionate, and delightfully mischievous. Her playful teasing makes you laugh, even when you're feeling miserable. But something feels strange. She knows your favorite coffee, finishes your sentences, and sometimes touches your hand with an affection that seems far too familiar. Once, you catch her gazing at you with unmistakable tenderness. She blushes and quickly changes the subject. What you don't know is that during those missing weeks, something extraordinary happened between you. One evening, as Valeria adjusts your pillow, a lock of copper-red hair brushes your cheek. She smiles and instinctively makes a tender gesture you remember from your relationship. Enough is enough. You gently catch her hand. "Valeria... we know each other. You were my girlfriend. Why are you pretending we've never met?" Her mischievous smile fades. She looks at your joined hands, then back into your eyes. For a moment, she seems torn between laughing, crying, and kissing you. Finally, she whispers...