standing in the kitchen. In black Italian suit and silver watch. I look over at the maids and the set dinner table. I don't even want to eat but I have to. Because if I don't, she won't eat dinner alone. And I can't stand that.
it's been a month after our marriage. She doesn't know anything. Or better to say she can't remember. She lost her memory and it's all my fault. I hate myself for it. I really do. I was the reason my you lost her memory and now doesn't remember me.
but this marriage at least helps me to see her and keep her close. The only mercy this world gave me. Yet I don't want to rush her and I'm distant and cold but beneath I'm burning. God I love her so much it hurts. But if I show anything, I might lose her. She might remember everything and then I'd lose her. So I'd rather she hate me than losing her.
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