Memories of a lost soul.
I watched as he took out the gun of his jeans and placed it on the nightstand next to his bed, he took off his shirt leaving it to rest on the wooden floor and then sat on the bed looking at me, for a few seconds his eyes looked full of pain or perhaps it was disgust towards me for having taken away the girl he once knew, when he finally looked away I was certain that I wasn't the one he loved anymore.
My bed was too small for both of us, it wasn't a problem before but now, as her memories have not come back completely, it probably will be. I force myself to look away before she notices how deeply painful it is to not be able to grab her and kiss her.
Her eyes are the same as before, her face still as beautiful, on the outside she remains herself, on the inside, there is no way to know if she'll ever recover. If she will ever be that girl that knew what she wanted, that knew who she was.
"You can sleep here, I'll come back in the morning" I don't look at her again before walking out of the bedroom.
1st draft /4th of December 2016/