Brandon's P.O.V.
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I crumpled to the ground, onto my knees. The sterile white of the hospital room burned my eyes, along with my tears. I sobbed, my head in my hands, elbows resting on my thighs. Annia can't remember me. She can't remember me. She really can't remember me. I thought that after all we've been through, we would find a way to stay together. But now she doesn't even remember me. How am I supposed to deal with that?
I look up, and Annia is staring at me, confusion etched acrossed her face. I just can't believe it. She doesn't remember me. I thought my life was finally looking up! She was awake! She was supposed to be okay! And now she's just, gone. Well, not gone, but I feel like her being totally gone would have been better than her being right in front of me and knowing I can't have her. I think the worst way to miss someone is to have them sit right in front of you, and know that you will never be able to have them. Especially if you've lost them.
"Wait, who are you?" Annia asked, her voice hoarse and raspy from not talking. Because she was in a coma.
"My name is Brandon." I replied, my heart breaking even more because she had to ask that. A flicker of recognition flitted across her face.
"Oh..." She answered, and then confusion crossed across her face again. Well, she almost recognized me. Maybe there is a little hope that she will get her memory back.
