In The Ruins of Memory

A story of love, loss, and what remains

On the day before the new system was set to go live, he pulled his hoodie low over his head, put on his headphones, and sat down to hammer out the code. He typed furiously, and no one dared interrupt. With his hoodie up, he was in the zone—performing brain surgery on a single task: finishing the project.

He received his death sentence with pure calm: textbook case of frontotemporal dementia at age 32. While his family wept beside him, he complimented the doctor's wedding ring.

She found herself scrutinizing every interaction: Was that his last joke? His last laugh? His last hug? She never knew.

However diminished, a person lingers in the shattered roadways of their mind.

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