A lump formed in Aidan's throat as his breath was ripped from his lungs by surprise. "Who are you?" Amber repeated, becoming more worried. "I'm Aidan, don't you remember?" he implored. "I don't know you. What is going on? What is this?" she asked, in a state of panic. "Amber, sweetie, it's okay." "Who's Amber?" "You. That's your name. Your name is Amber," Aidan replied, rushing to her bedside. "Who are you?" "I'm Aidan...I'm...I'm your boyfriend," he lied. "My boyfriend?" "Yes," he replied, gently taking her hand in his. He felt awful doing it, but this was his chance. She didn't remember anything, so now, Aidan could make his move. He kissed her forehead as she began to accept that he was indeed her boyfriend. At that moment, the ultimate torture of guilt began to rot away in the pit of his stomach. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right.
