September 23
Your family came to the hospital today to visit you. You were asleep, probably having nightmares about me stalking you, when they showed up. Your mother, of course, cried when she saw how delicate and still you looked against the white hospital bed. Your father seemed pretty calm, but I heard him silently weeping in the bathroom stall next to mine later that day. And your poor brother couldn't even come in the room, he couldn't bare to see you like this. He stood outside, merely watching your parents shed you with love and wishes to get better soon. If only they knew you would never get better, unless somehow your memories returned.
It was your mother who noticed the gleaming wedding ring on your finger first, still covered in bits of dried blood however. She pulled me aside, and congratulated us, but it's not like her well wishes for our future meant anything; did we even have a future anymore?
Of course your entire family comforted me throughout the day and told me it would get better eventually, but nothing they said mattered because I knew the truth. Nothing between us would ever be okay again until you could look me in the eyes and remember who I was. No words or action would ever numb the empty void that only you could fill.
I love you, Danielle. I just hate that it has to be this way now.
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