Illegal Romance

Prologue

I'm alone in a dark, murky world. All I am is cold, anxious, and... scared. I'm already too tired to run. I'm shaking within a pitch black world. Then I hear someone's voice in the distance. 

???: Are you alr... Hey!   What the...?

Someone is shaking my shoulder roughly. I snap back into consciousness blankly, then I'm aware of the terrible cold around me. My wet clothes are clinging to my cold body. 

???: Hey! Come on!

When my eyes bring the world into focus, I see the face of a man. He's looking at me with a concerned expression. 

???: Where am I...?

I look around me and see a narrow space with glass walls.  Apparently I had been sleeping in a telephone box. 

Man: Good, looks like you're coming to. What're you doing in a place like this?

???: I don't know...

Man: It's dangerous to be sleeping in a place like this anyway. Let's get you home. 

???: Home...

Man: What's your adress...?

???: I don't know...

Man: Hey... are you drunk?

???: I really don't know...! I-I...

Man: ...What's your name?

???: Me? Who am I...?

Man: ...

I'm really not trying to joke around. I honestly don't know who I am, where I live, or what I'm doing here. 

???: This... this can't be...!

Man: Calm down. Do you have a license or health insurance card? A cellphone?

???: Ah...

I get up and look around me, but I have nothing. No bag, no cellphone, nothing.

???: I don't...

Man: Do you really not remember anything?

This man really seems worried about me. I don't know much of anything at the moment, but I do Know that he's not a bad person. 

???: I don't remember anything...

Man: You're weak. I'll call an ambulance for now.

I have someone that's worried about me. This frees me from the terrible anxiety and suddenly an awful chill hits my body. 

???: I-I'm cold...

Man: H-Hey! You alright?

He takes off his coat and places it over my trembling shoulders. 

Man: We can't afford to wait for an ambulance. Can you walk a little?

???: Probably...

Man: My apartment is nearby. We can warm you up there.

I stand up with his support and I exit the telephone box dizzily. 

Cold rain is falling outside. The cold leaves me leaning against the telephone box, unable to move. 

Man: Can you not walk...?

He looks at me, unable to move, then crouches down with his back facing me.

???: Hug...?

Man: I'll carry you to my place.

???: Ah...