My Silly Boy

24

Dan doesn't remember me.

He doesn't remember any of us. I hate thinking about what would happen if he never remembers. I picked up a framed photo of us he had on his dresser. Ugh he's so cute. I held the photo to my chest.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you." Dan walked in but turned around when he saw I was there.

"No, no. Dan, this is your room." I put the photo back on his dresser.

He walked in and observed everything.

"I'll be in living room if you need anything, okay?" I stood in the doorway of his room.

He was too busy looking through his own closet.

I left his room and closed his door.

"How's he doing?" Pj aksed.

"I don't know."

"All we can do right now is hope that his memory comes back." Chris added from the couch.

I walked over and flopped down next to him.

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"You may not remember us, but were so grateful that you're alive." Chris announced.

We were sitting in a diner downtown, Pj wanted to go out for dinner.

"I don't know what I would've done if I had lost you." I put my fork down on my plate.

"Wow. The person that I was must've been pretty great." Dan said after taking a drink of soda.

I looked at him.

"You're still that person. You just don't remember."

Pj and Chris agreed.

"I hope that one day I can remember."

"Me too." I said.

We payed for our meal and caught the tube for a ride home.

Pj and Chris passed out on the couch and I walked Dan to his bedroom.

"Goodnight." I tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead.

"Were we dating?" Dan suddenly asked.

"No. We weren't."

"You told me that I died."

I nodded.

"I think you're the reason I'm still here. Something pulled me and brought me back."