"I'm glad you didn't forget about me this time… did you?" he asked carefully as soon as he guided me to the bed.
I shook my head. My eyes refused to look at him. Somehow his choice of words triggered me. Yes, I remembered him. Of his kindness. Of how he had been caring and loving, which I am extremely grateful for.
But I also remembered our last argument. The one where he mentioned another memory loss. This feeling right now felt exactly that.
"Did I lose my memory again?" I asked. My eyes shifted uncomfortably across the dimly lit room. As soon as those words escaped from my lips, a part of me regretted asking the question. I was not sure I wanted to hear the answer.
"We don't know yet." His fingers brushed against my cheeks. Oh, I hated how I liked his touches!
"What do you mean?"
"You fainted and only woke up four days later."
My eyes widened and I turned my head to face him. "Fainted? When? Where?"
"In the living room. Do you remember what we last talked about?"
