Amnesiac

Second

The door opens and it reveals a boy with spiky black hair and small eyes. I noticed how his eyes nearly matched my mother's, small and angular, and I soon wondered if he was my brother or if he was indeed my boyfriend, like how mom said he is.

"Oh my god, Andromeda," he gushed as soon as he sees me, pulling me into a hug, practically crushing my bones for the win.

"W-who are... you?" I asked. It seemed like everything that I say are questions. They are all questions that are obviously now left unanswered.

The boy looked at mom, hurt evident in his eyes. I know that I just woke up from god knows how long of a sleep, but there was already a part of me that knows how to read emotions. Maybe that was what I am good at before everything that happened, maybe I am good at seeing it if people are good hearted or otherwise.

"She has a problem with her memory," mom says to him, "She basically can't remember anything from her past now. She's diagnosed in an amnesiac illness."

"And that includes me and everything that we are?" he asks.

Mom sadly nods as I attentively watch their exchange. "Unfortunately yes," she says.

"Who is h-h-he?" I asked her, pointing to the boy. As I did so, I saw a big gash on my arm that looks fairly disgusting. It looked too painful. It feels too painful.

"He's your boyfriend," mom says with a small smile.

"He is?" I pressed. "He's g-g-good looking. How d-did I snag him?" I dumbly asked.

My "boyfriend" laughs and sits at the chair that was beside my bed. I followed every movement that he does and I smile at him. It has been hours since I woke up, and he was the first person I remember smiling at.

"You're my... boyfriend." I giggled, trying to reach over to him.

"I would leave you two for the mean time," mother says and exits the room.

Darren lightly, probably finding that my dumbness was something amusing. My hands touched his cheeks. "You're soft," I said, pinching the slight skin of his cheeks. "And handsome,"

"Thanks," he meekly says and touches my hands with his. Unlike mine, his hands were warm and comforting. Mine were cold and they look so scary with the wounds. "You're finally awake; I've been waiting for you to get up,"

"How l-l-long was I o-o-out?"

"5 months," he says, tears almost prickling his eyes.

I gasped. I don't know that I slept that long. "What's your n-name boyfriend?" I asked.

He chuckles lightly, the tears slowly disappearing from his eyes. "Darren," he says, "My name is Darren, and I am your boyfriend."

"For how long?" I asked.

"3 years." He answers with a smile so genuine. His smile was so warm that it makes me feel so welcomed and loved, and right then and there, I can feel his love for me even if the majority of my brain cannot remember him.

"What happened to me? Why w-was I comatose?" I asked him. "Sorry if I am dumping t-t-this on you, Darren, but I don't want to ask the w-w-woman that happens to be my m-mother. She's b-been so emotional for the p-past hours."

He touches my face. "It's okay," he answers, caressing the skin on my face so delicately. "But, would it be okay too if I would pass on telling you everything? It just hurts me as well, you know?"

I nod, not finding anything that is better to say. I don't want to push Darren to tell me anything, and I would respect the fact if he wants to say something about what happened to me or not.

"W-will I be o-out of this s-soon?" I asked him.

"I don't know, Andromeda, maybe anytime soon if you would follow your meds and everything." He tells me and I nod again. This was the most that I speak of. I didn't even talk to my mother earlier.

"Why are you stuttering?" he asks me. I know he is just curious and not prying because his voice was so genuine and so gentle.

"T-the doctor says that i-it is b-b-because I just w-woke from c-comatose." I tried to explain, the words were dragged but I managed to pull them out. Something as simple as talking, but I have to put up a lot of effort just to be able to do it.

"I see." He says.

"C-can you p-pass m-me the w-w-water?" I asked him, weakly pointing to the glass of water that rested on the nightstand near him. He nods and reaches over the glass of water and assists me on drinking. "T-thank you."

"Everything for you, Andromeda,"