Even Love Forgot My Name
If he stopped loving me, all our memories would vanish, and I would gradually sense my life slipping away, forced to stay conscious as I moved step by step toward my own demise.
Lately, my memories had begun unraveling faster.
The things that mattered most were blurring at the edges.
Still, I pretended, convincing myself none of it was real.
Theodore took my hand, his face filled with both frustration and concern.
"Are you still upset because I took care of Ruby that day while you were sick?" he asked. "Since when are you this petty, Amanda? You wouldn't even bring me an umbrella?"
I was quiet for a moment before answering, "I really did forget. My memories are being taken—"
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