Me & You (c) 2014+
3. Amnesia
The room was eerie silent as the two stared at eachother: one with a look of caution, and the other with contemplation. The man standing on the edge of the bed, wearing a pristine white coat, nervously fiddled with the clipboard, his name badge wiggling in sync. It jumped just like the breath stuck in his throat.
Dr. Lyngard, it read.
"You're joking!" defiantly, he shook his head, "You are joking... right?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Scott." The doctor answered. His voice was lighter than a whisper; it held so much remorse as if he knew how Jared felt.
But he didn't.
And Jared couldn't stop his mind from repeating the words that made his blood run cold.
He had amnesia.
* * *
She looked at the palm of her hands as if they held all the answers. Fortune tellers would look at the creases, which she delicately traced with the tip of her finger nail, and then make their judgement as they heard the small whispers.
Amnesia, who would've thought it.
"He forgot." She blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. She couldn't leak - she couldn't break - not now.
Ali remembered the moment they shared, far from the people of Corx, in the small hut. It was where he promised to never forget her, never forget what they had.
She laughed, a dying laugh that turned into a helpless sob, at the irony.
He forgot while she remembered.
He would move on while she would forever be stuck in the past.
He could live without her while she would die without him.
He wouldn't need her; she needed him.
All because he forgot.
* * *
It killed the good things.
It would kill them.
Amnesia.
That was what both conversations had in common.
That was what they had in common.
He was the victim but she was the sufferer.
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Me & You
RomanceA story that follows an amnesiac boyfriend, who, with the help of his supposed girlfriend, tries to remember before 'it' happened. [ contains a mixture of small talks, SMS/phone conversations and other little moments alongside the actual story ] - M...
