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•❥𝟯: 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗠𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗟.

I stood at the window that looked into (Y/N)'s room. I could see Dr. Kensington speaking with her, and it was quite a heartwarming sight to take note of how comfortable she appeared to be whilst interacting with him.

It was obvious that he was explaining something quite serious to her, but she didn't seem fazed, not even for a moment. She just nodded, listening to whatever he had to say.

That distant, warm feeling began to morph into a heavy pull inside of me, the positive swiftly turning negative as I remembered that she had no recollection of me and her. That familiar smile of hers was...strangely unfamiliar now, because I knew that she wouldn't be able to give it to me without being puzzled as to whom I was to her.

The shock of everything hadn't yet set in, but I knew it was going to hit me hard when I was finally able to see her again.

Facing her inability to recognize me was going to be gut-wrenching.

I stood there for a good thirty minutes, just waiting for Dr. Kensington to walk back out, and when he finally began to exit the room, I began to grow nervous again.

I caught one last glimpse of (Y/N) before I turned to listen to what the doctor had to say.

"I've explained to everything to her - regarding the accident, of course, and understandably, I haven't yet mentioned you," he spoke in that same quiet tone as he fiddled with his clipboard. "I've disclosed, to her, everything she would need to be aware of, as a patient, but the rest is...not my decision to take. You can go in and see her now," he paused for a few seconds. "All the best,"

"Right...t-thank you," I took in a deep breath, glancing at (Y/N) again.

She was staring out of the window that allowed her to see the sky, outside, her head turned away from me.

"Oh, one more thing," Dr. Kensington added just before I could open the door.

I stopped to look at him.

"I'll be sending a female nurse up, Rosie. She'll be there for whatever you may need. I'm afraid I have to tend to other patients today, but again, all the best," he smiled before walking off.

It took a few minutes for me to muster the courage to open the door to (Y/N)'s room, and I could have sworn I'd had a mini heart attack when she turned to look at me.

She smiled softly for a split second, then her eyes widened with recognition - but not the kind of recognition I hoped for.

"Michael...Jackson?" she gawked, her eyes wider than I'd ever seen.

It was quite endearing, but nothing could ever match the doe-eyed look she gave me when we had first met, three years ago.

That was a sight for sore eyes.

But seeing her expression forced the full impact of the shock to come crashing into my consciousness.

She recognized me, but she didn't recognize me.

I'd never felt more desolate.

All I could do was force a smile as I further entered the room, looking around awkwardly before I gazed at her again.

"Is this...a hallucination?" she asked, the question more directed to herself as she laughed, still gawking at me.

I tried my best not to let the sadness show through. It hurt that she couldn't remember everything we'd had together, but I was grateful to have been able to see her.