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I thought he knew who I was when he walked into my room a few minutes ago, I was scared. Ready to apologize in fear of what he'd say. But he didn't recognize me, and I should feel happy about that but I don't.

Michael didn't recognize Diana Cartwright. He recognized Susie Rivers, someone I wasn't, but was at the same time. And this only meant one thing.

He was forgetting me. He was moving on.

And it hurt like fudging hell.

He thought I deserved his truth.

I crawled out of the bed, slipping into my wheelchair. I was going to find a way to give him mine.

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