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Think.
That's all I was trying to do. Think.
About anything, really. I just wanted to know more.
I just needed to know more.
I picked at my already chipped nail polish with my eyebrows knit together as I tried to think. Simply think.
I looked around my apartment. There were no picture frames. Only furniture and paint on the walls. Nothing to help me remember.
That's why I wanted to think. I wanted to think because I wanted to remember. But I couldn't remember if I couldn't think.
In my mind, there was so much going on. So much, but nothing at the same time.
I felt a hand fall on my shoulder, right by the end of my wavy hair. My now short, wavy hair. I looked behind me and saw him standing there.
My husband.
"Hi," I whispered, smiling in the process.
"Hey," David responded before walking around the white couch and sitting right beside me. I finally took a look at what he was wearing. He was wearing a suit.
"Why are you all dressed up? I thought you weren't working today," I wondered aloud. David smiled slightly.
"I think I'm getting a promotion sometime soon, so to have a better shot at getting that promotion, I'm working extra hours. Is that alright?" he asked and I smiled at him before picking up his hand and playing with his fingers.
"Yes, it's fine. When are you leaving?" I asked. He pulled his hand away to look at his watch before standing up.
"Right now. I'll see you tonight, yeah?"
"Yes. Bye."
I watched his back as he began towards the door and left. It was quiet again.
More time for me to think.
I could only think about what I knew. What I knew was that I was in a car accident, which caused memory loss. Since then, I've cut my hair short and started wearing contacts. David told me that was something I would always talk about doing.
I knew that I was married to David. We had no children. I only went to college for two years before stopping because I wanted to move and marry David.
None of my family knows we're married.
I have no friends. I apparently never had friends. I've only ever dated David.
We have a dog. Her name is Olivia.
We live in Manchester. I'm not working, but David is. He's working as a writer. He wants to be an author someday.
I have a cell phone, but only David's contact is in it. David said that social media is corrupting and will ruin my life so I shouldn't have any accounts. He also said that the outside world is too dangerous when I'm in this state of mind. I only go out when I'm with him, or if I need to do grocery shopping or anything of that sort.
I'm not supposed to let anyone in.
This is how it's always been, according to David.
I'll still answer the door, but we don't throw parties. We don't go to parties. We don't have people over. Ever.
I knew there was so much more to my life. There had to be something missing, yet I didn't know what it was. I couldn't remember what it was.
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Unknown Love (Sequel to Unexpected Love)
Fanfictionthey loved each other recklessly, so much so that it gave a tragic twist that left many wondering why. {louis tomlinson fan fiction} {sequel to unexpected love} {all rights reserved}