In the midst of complete and utter darkness, I can hear two distant men's voices echoing through the void. One of them has a smooth and sultry tone that makes my heart flutter, while the other is calm yet seductive, sending a tingling sensation up m...
as I continue emptying my stomach, I can't help but wonder if I would have felt better if she had been the one standing there, holding my hair back and trying to comfort me. It's like he suddenly flipped a switch. He suddenly became calm and caring the second I got sick. He seems very unstable, but considering his wife is in the hospital, it makes sense for him to be a little on edge right now.
It still feels quite odd to call myself the wife of someone I don't remember even knowing. It seems so foreign, even after a week of being with him. I still can't remember anything about my family or him, nor can I remember the man from the accident. I don't remember where I went to school or If I graduated. I can't even remember if I had a lover before him. I hate the fact that I can't remember any of it
My stomach twists as I dry heave, nothing coming out anymore. I reach up to flush the toilet, my dainty fingers wrapping around the cold, shiny metal. I lean back slightly, watching the water and bile swirl away. I notice that I'm leaning into his chest. I didn't even realize he sat down behind me. I must have been lost in my thoughts, which is something that's been happening a lot lately, though it could be something I've always done. I sure wouldn't know.
I find a certain comfort in his presence, yet it also makes me anxious. I don't really understand it, but I don't have a choice except to tolerate it right now. Do you ever feel like your whole life is a lie? Well, that's what I'm questioning at this very moment, as I lay against this strange man's chest, feeling his heartbeat out of synch with mine.
He acts like we were a happy couple, yet I can't help but wonder if maybe he sees this as a do-over and is hiding the truth from me. I don't know if I should be more afraid of his mood swings, or the fact that I don't know anything about him.
I can't even confirm that my name is really Sarah. The doctors couldn't find my records and Chris says he can't find my documents, so I am only left to wonder. They say that if you're soulmates, your heartbeats will synch. I wish I could remember, so I could know if I'm supposed to love this man.
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