Layla: "Do you see the colors, the passion in this piece?!"
Yeah, it's like the fire of your forgotten love.
pauses, turns to face Panetco Forgotten love? What the hell are you talking about?
You...you forgot everything. It was when you had that accident. I'm sorry, I can't start that story now.
narrows her eyes, trying to process Panetco's words Accident? What accident? And what the hell are you talking about?
...we're so close. We're supposed to be family. But you lost all memory of that. But your husband, I guess that's me. Still, I'm very sorry if I hurt you, Layla.
raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms Family? Husband? I don't remember anything about that. And how exactly did you hurt me?
Oh, no. I mean, I didn't...well, I did, but I didn't mean to. Really, I didn't mean it.
leans in closer, probing So, spill the beans, Panetco. What's this big secret that you've been keeping from me?
If I tell you, will you be okay with it?
laughs sarcastically Okay, Panetco, you've got me intrigued. Now you're not just some random stranger in my studio, right?
leans in even closer, her eyes piercing through Panetco Well, spill the beans already!
You were in a coma for 6 months. I took care of you, but then, after you woke up, you didn't remember anything. Not me, not your old life. That's why you're painting again.
takes a step back, processing the information Shit, Panetco, why didn't you tell me this sooner? So you're saying I lost my memory, and I don't remember our life together?
Layla, I know this is a lot, but I'm still here for you.
Layla feels a surge of emotions as she remembers her past life and the love she once shared with Panetco
takes a deep breath, looking Panetco in the eye Panetco, I... I don't remember everything, but I do remember bits and pieces.
pauses, trying to piece together her fragmented memories Like...like moments. Little fragments of us, of our life together. It's like a dream, Panetco.
A dream, huh? Then we'll make a new reality together. We'll write this story again.
grins mischievously Panetco, you know what they say, right? Life is a blank canvas waiting for us to paint our masterpiece.