Thoughts, lies and memories | DAMON BGT

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Simon

"And...?" Amanda raises her eyebrows.

I drummed my fingers on the table. Why did I decide to tell her?

"Well... I said to him beautiful"

Her expression is full of fun and bites her lip: surely is laughing inside to see me like this.

"Amanda..." I gazed at her.

"I'm sorry Simon, it's just that it must be so weird for him that you've gone from calling him idiot to beautiful."

I stayed expressionless.
And Amanda sighs tiredly.

"Darling, all this is ridiculous. Seriously, why don't you tell him the truth?"

"It's... difficult." I deny with my head, "agh, isn't there a way I can also get amnesia without a blow?"

She wasn't amused. Rather it seemed to be falling into a conclusion that, because of her demeanor, wasn't good.

"You don't love him"

I opened my mouth, surprised "what?"

"What you heard Simon"

"But... you know I do, Mandy! How many times did I talk to you about him and what I was supposed to do?"

"Exactly!" She exclaims, "That's why I'm surprised you don't want to tell him!"

"I won't because I don't think we're going to make it. You know what happened with those men, you know how they treat... people like me and David"

"That was just an accident; and the only importance you have to give to those people is a piece of shit."

"I want to protect him."

"Protect him by lying?"

I looked down.

"Simon, I'll just say something. You know David may remember everything on his own, and when he does, you'll end up badly."

After a few seconds, the main door opened: Alesha and David had returned.
Amanda gives me a meaningful look and gets up from the chair.

"We're baaaack," David sings, "Who's hungry?" He added by lifting the bags he was carrying in his hands.
Amanda and Alesha laughed and as little girls began to raise their hands.

Not me.
My appetite was taken away.
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.
.

"And how did you feel, sweetheart?" Amanda asks after finishing a bite of her food.

David wipes his mouth with a napkin. He was done.

"Very well, thank you. I've had sudden headaches and very confusing thoughts, but that's all"

I felt my soul fall at my feet and took a great sip of my drink.

"Thoughts... or memories?" Alesha questions carefully.

"I don't know. Like I said, it's confusing. I don't know if they are memories or creations of my mind. With so much medication and trouble in my head, I'm not sure."