Tyler tried on a complete suit, so it required a bit of time to put on.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Vicky picked up Tylerâs phone.
She knew the passcode to unlock it. It was not often that Vicky invaded someoneâs privacy; she rarely
even glanced at his phone.
Upon unlocking, she found that the vibration earlier was a reminder. The remainder had only two
words: [Memory Journal].
The title puzzled her, and she absentmindedly glanced through Tylerâs memory journal.
The dense notes within the journal left Vicky stunned. She selected the entries from today, astonished
to discover a chronological listing of everything that had happened.
[1. After waking up, I didnât forget what happened yesterday and planned to take Vicky out on a date.]
[2. I couldnât resist taking Vicky, so we ended up wasting the entire morning.]
Vicky flinched at the notes and continued reading.
[3. After showering, it seems I forgot again.]
[4. Went to the amusement park together, and rode the Ferris wheel.]
After the fourth entry, the notes stopped, probably because Tyler did not have time to make more.
âWhy would he record these? Has hisâ¦condition not improved at all? Has he been using this method to
manage his memory?â she thought.
Vicky flipped back to yesterdayâs notes and found he had meticulously recorded his entire day.
She noticed some sequence numbers were left blank. Finally, before the end of the entry, there was a
sentence.
[Record everything that happens today. If you forget why youâre doing this, check the earlier notes.]
Vicky glanced at the earlier content and found his entire dayâs routine. Without fail, she found the same
sentence marked at the bottom of each dayâs entry.
After examining several daysâ worth of records, Vicky realized that the gaps he left corresponded with
moments when his memory issues resurfaced. Contrary to her belief that he had recently improved, it
seemed he suffered from memory loss daily. The most significant gap occurred five times in a single
day.
Dizziness swept over Vicky, causing her to stumble.
She allowed herself to believe that Tyler was improving. Naively, she had hoped she might have time
and could possibly find a suitable treatment.
However, based on Tylerâs records, not only had he not improved, but his condition even worsened.
It became clear he had once lost his memories earlier that day after his shower but regained clarity
after reading his notes on his phone while she went to shower.
Vicky understood that Tylerâs notes were merely treating the symptomsânot the root causeâand that
this method was futile in the long run.
Simultaneously, Vicky noticed that Tylerâs reminders were set to go off every two hours, reminding him
to check his notes.
Noises were heard from the dressing room, and Vicky snapped out of it.
She exited the notepad on Tylerâs phone, placed his phone back into place, and pretended like nothing
happened.
Tyler stepped outside while adjusting his shirt. âHow do I look?â
Vicky perked up and inspected the clothes he was wearing.
Tyler had a tall frame with great proportions that rivaled that of male models; any clothing would look
majestic on him.
This was Vickyâs first time designing male clothing, but still, the less-than-perfect clothes looked
wonderful on Tyler.