Stinging Love

Chapter 2

~Mark's Perspective~

        I would've never guessed. Why else would she come back. She has to remember. If she lost her memory about me then she wouldn't even have came back to my home. Our home!

        "What are you doing!? Put me down! Now!" Macy screamed.

        She's never screamed whenever I do that. She loves it.

        "Macy you're back," I said as a tear slowly made its way down my cheek.

        "Back from what. Who are you. Where am I? Can you put me down now?

        I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember us. I placed her down. I slowly walked backwards and leaned against the table. How could she not remember. You can't just forget about somebody you love. Not that quickly. It doesn't happen.

        "Macy? It's me. Mark. Do you remember me? You have to. You love me. I love you. Our wedding, a week ago. You can't forget something like that?"

        "I'm sorry. I just don't know who you are. I must've walked into the wrong home. I'm sorry. I'll be going now."

        I grabbed her arm to keep her from leaving. But she yanked her arm back. It's been done. I've lost her. Now I don't know if she'll ever come back. I can only hope and pray that she'll remember. But... that's no guarantee.