The Nameless Man

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To her, I am a man without a name. A man without a name is nothing.
When I first laid my eyes on her, she was perfect. I was not planning on finding someone, until I saw her. I found her while she was at a store with her sister. I studied her. I knew most things about her now. She was Saide.
I pretended to be hurt. She had long black hair, and soft gray eyes. She was from California, and came to Canada to visit her sister. I followed her to the gas station. Putting my hands on her, was the hardest thing I ever had to do.
She tried to scratch me, hit me, and everything in between to escape, until she fell asleep. I stared at her the whole way home. She was Saide. She was asleep long enough for me to restrain her. We will be happy forever. She is not Hannah, she is Saide.

                      Ten years ago

The bright blue ocean reflected on her eyes. She was perfect. Being in Cancun with her was always my dream. We had just gotten married.
Saide looked so interested at the coral below our boat. The bright sun reflected off of her jet black hair.
Saide and I went to the car. We were on our way to an authentic Mexican restaurant. She loved it. I looked over at her to see a happy smile.
"Watch out!" Saide screamed. Her smile soon turned to a terrified face. Another car ran straight into the passenger side of my car. I could only hear ringing. Discheveled pieces of the car were everywhere. My vision went black.
"Where is she?" I asked a nurse, before my eyes even opened.

I dressed black, and left. Tears left my eyes before I made it to the ceremony, as they had all night. Rain poured down from the sky. The air was humid. I was two hours early. I just wanted to sit by her side.

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