Hazel doesn't belong at most funerals-but she keeps showing up. Not for the grieving families. Not for the eulogies. For something else. Something quieter. And when she crosses paths with Damien, a soft-spoken stranger who also lingers too long among the mourners, it feels like fate... or something far more twisted.
Damien's interest in grief started after a loss. Or so he tells himself. He doesn't remember how the habit began-only that funerals bring a strange kind of clarity. Until Hazel arrives. Until the patterns start to repeat. Until memory begins to blur, and a ring from the past resurfaces with the weight of a curse neither of them fully understands.
Drawn together by coincidence-or design-their dark chemistry grows into something obsessive, uncomfortable, and dangerously intimate. But as they circle each other through rainy cemeteries, awkward coffees, and increasingly surreal encounters, the question isn't just whether one of them is cursed.
It's whether both of them are.
Because some stories don't end. They repeat. And what brought Hazel and Damien together may not be grief at all-but the echo of something they've forgotten.
Or worse... something they made.
What if the real haunting isn't by ghosts-but by memory itself?
