Tale of a love that refuses to be forgotten.
Jaydee and Frances are a couple who just got married. After an accident, Frances is left unconscious, and when she awakes she doesn't remember Jaydee. Her parents, whom she hasn't seen since she and Jayde...
"Hey. How was your day?" she said without looking at me.
"It was fine. I'm just happy to be home with you." I told her while I go near her to check what she's doing.
"Sorry about the mess here." She said and look at me with a smile. She's wearing glasses with her at home clothes.
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"No problem." I said leaning on the wall while watching her do her thing.
"What, are you collaging?" I asked her when I saw her rearranging photos.
"Do I collage?" She asked out of nowhere.
"No, not that I remember." Shrugging my shoulders.
"No, you know, I was just so inspired just seeing everybody last night." She said referring to the party we went to after dinner.
"To collage?" I asked confused. She just laugh at me. I miss those. I miss hearing her contagious smile.
"All those memories just came flooding back to me,
so I thought I'd make a timeline, you know, of my life." She explained while proceed doing the collage.
"That's... That's great. That's a great idea." I said cheering her up.
"Yeah." She agreed.
"I kind of rummaged through some of your stuff. I hope you don't mind." She's still not comfortable with me after all. I just smiled at her.
"It's fine. It's fine. What's mine is yours." We're married Frances please. I just sighed.
"I even have a certificate from the State of Illinois to prove it." The hell Jaydee why did you even told her that. I said in my mind as I give myself a mentally slap.
"Yes, I found that. It's in the lost years.
See, I started over here.
I found some family photos, me when I was little, stuff like that.
That was easy to put into chronological order because I remember that stuff. That's good, right?" She said guiding me in her timeline. So her life with me is really in her lost hears huh.
" Yeah, yeah. I guess so." Just agree with her Jaydee she's your wife after all.
" But what I've been trying to do is pinpoint the last memory I had
before everything just went blank." She said desperately trying to remember everything she can.
"How's that going?" I asked curiously.
"I think I was at the Macaroni Grill,
and I was asking them if they had those special toasted ravioli.
And I don't remember the answer.
That's it, that's all, that's my last memory before I woke up in a hospital." She said and sighed deeply. I know what Frances looks when she's getting disappointed with herself and she got that looks right now.
" No. How are we ever gonna know if they had toasted ravioli?" I joke she just chuckled.
" God, this is not happening." She said and rolled her eyes on me.
" It's okay." I said comforting her.
"This is not happening." She said and held her head covering her face.
Out of nowhere I begun to tickled her to divert her attention.
"Okay? No, no, no, no, please don't do that." She said begging me to stop.
"What..." I cluelessly asked.
"What are you doing?" She said finally snapping at me.
"I'm sorry." I said when I realized she's serious.
"I'm sorry. Was that... That was one of our things?" She asked she must've been feeling guilty.
"Yeah, kind of. It..." I was unsure if I'm going to tell her.
"I'm sorry..." She said again. Don't be wife. You should never feel sorry when you're with me. But of course O didn't tell her that.
"No. You don't have to say it. You don't. I get it. It'll all come back.
We just have to keep doing what we're doing,
let you fall back into your life.
It'll all sort itself out." I said and fake a smile.
"Yeah." She agree but I saw her turned gloomy after that.
After that scenario. I just cook. We ate dinner and went to bed. As usual I sleep on the couch outside our room she sleep inside our room. I'm happy she chose to stay with me but my back pains been killing me.
