"What's your name?"
"I-I don't have one." The man stuttered.
"What do you mean? Where are you from?" The girl asked the man. She was confused and a little frightened of his response.
The young man finally met her eyes and said in disbelief, "I don't know. I don't remember. I don't remember anything!" He got up and grabbed the girl by the helm of her shirt.
"W-what the hell did you do to me?" He asked in her face. The girl was shaking. She had only helped a man who was at her doorstep with wounds all over his body. He was asleep for weeks.
"Let go of me! I didn't do anything to you sir. I found you with terrible c-cuts and bruises in front of my house. You've been asleep for a long time sir. I really didn't do anything to you." She slided the man's hands off of herself and backed away.
He dropped his hands and unclenched his fists. "I'm sorry ma'am. I just-what happened to me?"
She took another step back and he gave her a desperate look. With lack of thinking, she promised "You um-you may stay. . . if you'd like sir. Your wounds aren't completely healed yet and it would trouble me gravely if I knew you were out there without knowing anything. It's not safe." After that last sentence, she realized how unsafe it was to have a person you didn't know stay with you.
"That's too much ma'am. For what would I give to you in return?" Even with memory loss, the man had manners, she thought to herself even though he kinda just did manhandle her.
"It's quite alright sir. You need not return anything to me. It's nothing." She said modestly.
He felt bad. He felt in debt to this women. He looked down at the carefully applied wrappings on his stomach. He touched the side of his body and winced. "May I ask your name?"
She looked down for a moment. "My name is Vincent." She hoped he didn't think it was a weird name. It was the name of her brother who passed after birth, passed down to her.
In that exact instance, the entire world blew up. It was like their lives were so insignificant that the universe decided to end it for them.
