Chains of Obsession

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♤Alexander♤

I was supposed to have an important meeting today, but I cancelled it. Instead, I have spent my time from the start of the morning with her.

I have been talking to her, listening to her, explaining things to her, and even helping her eat.

I've been by her side all day, like a constant presence. I watch as she eats, making sure she doesn't eat too fast or get sick.

I answer her endless questions, trying to fill in the gaps in her memory. I tell her little things about us-my favourites and hers.

It's hard. It hurts. But I keep my tone casual, my expression calm, forcing myself to keep my emotions in check.

After she finishes her meal, I watch her lean back in the bed, a tired but content expression on her face. She looks so vulnerable, so fragile, like a bird with a broken wing.

"How do you feel, love?" I ask, my voice gentle as I reach out to brush a strand of hair off her forehead.

"Tired," she mumbles, her eyelids drooping slightly.

I smile at her response, feeling a pang of guilt at the exhaustion in her voice. I've been bombarding her with information all day long, expecting her to process everything all at once. No wonder she's tired.

"Why don't you rest now, love?" I suggest my hand moving down to her cheek, caressing it with my knuckles.

I hate that she looks at me like a stranger. I hate that I can't touch her freely, like a lover should. But I can't push her. I have to let her set the pace.

"Okay," she murmurs, her eyelids fluttering shut as my fingers continue to brush against her skin. I watch as she drifts into sleep, her breathing evening out as she relaxes into the pillows.

As I gaze at her sleeping form, a profound sadness washes over me. It's like looking at a puzzle with missing pieces. A familiar picture, yet something is missing.