"Be honest with me, Brandon, because I know you are hiding things from me; I just don't know what."My eyes filled with regret as I reached out to hold Jane's hand. But she slid it away from me before I could make contact. "I am not feeling well," she said, walking away from me. "Jane…," I called but without even listening to my voice, she walked away from me with quick, determined steps. Her body language spoke volumes, revealing her frustration and disappointment. I stood there, my heart sinking, realizing that the trust between us had been shattered. I closed my eyes, sighing in frustration. I need some fresh air to clear my mind and figure out how to repair the damage I have caused. I walked outside and took a deep breath, hoping the cool breeze would bring some clarity. As I wandered aimlessly, I couldn't help but replay the events in my mind, searching for a way to make things right. "Why?" I shouted into the empty night sky, feeling the weight of my mistakes pressing down o
I stared at pictures of myself and Brandon, reminiscing about the memories we had made together. The laughter and joy captured in those images brought back a flood of emotions.We were so happy with our family and friends, and that was evident in every photo. The love and bond we shared were palpable, making me grateful for the moments we had created together.But since we moved to this new house, things have started changing. Our once-vibrant relationship seemed to fade as the unfamiliar surroundings took a toll on our connection.Everything was good until we moved to this place. It's hard to believe how much things have changed since then. I can't recognize how much Brandon has changed since then.Once-vibrant lives filled with laughter and love now feel empty and distant. It's like we're living in two different worlds now.I heard a knock in my room as I quickly dried the tears from my eyes and opened the door to find Brandon standing there, a somber expression on his face. He hesi
It's been hours, but Brandon hasn't awake yet. I don't know what happened to him or why he suddenly fainted. I'm starting to get really worried. He seemed perfectly fine earlier, and there were no signs of any health issues.After seeing Brandon faint, I immediately called the ambulance, taking Brandon to the nearest hospital. After Brandon's surgery, I don't want to risk his recovery; even a minor seizure could be detrimental."Brandon, why are you doing this to me?" I mumbled, taking his hand in mine. I sat by his bedside, holding his hand in mine.I sighed and tried to push away the overwhelming feeling of uncertainty. The doctors assured me that there was nothing to worry about, but I couldn't help but feel a constant sense of unease. Despite the doctor's reassurances, I couldn't shake off the constant sense of unease that lingered within me. Every small twitch or movement from Brandon made my heart skip a beat, fearing it could be a sign of another health issue."I can't lose you
"Marine," Brandon said, and the words pricked my heart like a sharp needle.He remembered her, but not me. The pain of his words was almost unbearable, as memories of our shared moments flooded my mind. How could he remember her so vividly yet forget all the love and laughter we had shared?I know it was selfish to feel this way, but I couldn't help but question why I wasn't as unforgettable to him as she was. Was she somehow more special? Did she leave a lasting impact on him that I never could?"Brandon…" Marine smirked, walking towards him like a long-lost lover. Her presence seemed to effortlessly captivate him, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. It was as if their connection had never faded, while mine had become nothing more than a distant memory."Well, excuse me?" She said she was coyly pushing me away from Brandon. I stood there, feeling like an outsider at their reunion, wondering what made her so irresistible to him.Was it her charm? Her effortless ability to
“You don't know how happy I am that you finally chose me over her.” Marine chimed, clinging her body to Brandon from the back seat of the car. Her voice was filled with relief and a hint of triumph, as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, hoping that he would see her worth and choose her over me. "Marine," I warned, glaring at her from the rearview mirror. “Stop dreaming and sit quietly, or it might take me long to throw you out of my car,” I warned her harshly, my frustration evident in my voice. I couldn't bear to listen to her gloating any longer. “You can't,” Marine said, angeringly staring at me with defiance in her eyes. "“Try me..." I said back with a smirk, my confidence growing as I held her gaze. "Now, keep quiet, sit still, and don’t test my patience." Marine's face flushed with anger as she clenched her fists, but she reluctantly complied with my command. The tension in the car was palpable, and I couldn't help
Brandon leaned into my touch and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Thank you," he whispered back, his voice filled with gratitude. "Having you by my side makes all the difference." He said he was moving his face close to mine, his warm breath brushing against my cheek. I smiled and gently leaned my lips against his, but before I could do so, my hand reached out to interrupt us. "What the fucck are you doing here?" A harsh voice interrupted, filled with anger and disbelief. I sighed, annoyed, turning my face to Marine, who stood there with a scowl on her face. “Don’t curse in my house," I said, trying to maintain a calm tone.Marine's scowl deepened as she crossed her arms, clearly not appeased by my response.“And keep your voice low; don't make me kick you out of my house." I warned that my patience was thin. Marine rolled her eyes and scoffed, clearly unimpressed by my threat. "You..." Marine shouted as she pointed a finger at me, her voice trembling with rage. I stood up
Am I a stranger to Brandon's life now? Will he truly choose her over me? Did everything we have done so far mean nothing to him? Is that why he can't remember our memories together? Is the beginning of our relationship fading away? "Jane..." Brandon called me, interrupting my thoughts. His voice was filled with warmth and familiarity as if he could sense my worries. I turned my attention to him, shaking all the negative thoughts in my mind. I don't think anything matters more than Brandon's fast recovery and our love for each other. Despite his temporary memory loss, I believe that the foundation of our relationship will remain strong. "Yes," I replied. "Come here." He called out, holding out his hand, for me to come closer. I walked towards him, feeling a sense of comfort and reassurance in his presence. "Do you need anything?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern. I wanted to make sure he had everything he needed to aid in his recovery. Brandon shook his head at my w
I smiled sadly as I walked away, not being able to watch my world crumble in front of my eyes. It was as if a part of me was being torn apart, knowing that there was nothing I could do to stop it. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders, leaving me with a sense of helplessness and despair.I walked to my kids room, hoping to find solace in their presence and the innocence of their laughter. As I entered their room, the sight of their peaceful slumber brought a fleeting moment of respite from the chaos outside. I sat beside them, cherishing the warmth and comfort they brought, momentarily forgetting the impending turmoil that awaited me.I caressed their hair and whispered words of love and reassurance, hoping to shield them from the pain that I knew was coming."Marline," I mumbled under my breath, feeling the weight of responsibility and fear intensify. I closed my eyes, trying to gather strength and find a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded us."