Leo closed his eyes.
He tried with all his might to remember.
But he couldn't.
His obsession over remembering had caused him only to forget faster.
He thought it was just so unfair.
Echo had been brought back only to try desperately to save someone who didn't deserve it.
He opened his eyes, but he couldn't believe them at first.
Well, first he didn't notice.
Until she moved.
He was stunned.
He reached out to touch her face, the face he had tried so hard to remember.
But when he did, he wished he hadn't.
She wasn't really here.
It was his imagination.
He broke down, and cried.
