Better than before...

"Don't be such a prude. Because you don't have any choice."

"Well I have another choice and it's called 'silver making an undeniably gentleman offer of him to sleep on the couch and give the bed to me'." Where did I get my guts to tell him that? Wow.

"Too bad that choice is already eliminated. I'm not a gentleman." Why am I not surprised. I felt his voice just behind my neck as he continued to talk.

I have this thing called amnesia, it sucks. I didn't know who I am, what's the truth. Another thing, I have to share my room with Silver the guy who give me chills, broken my arm once or counting, maybe. I don't know. Always sneaks a girl inside dorm that kept me awake at night because of the eerie noises they're making. I'm kinda sick of it. Unlucky me. I'm dying or I don't know, scared to get my memory back. What if, it's a good thing that I'be forgotten all about it? What if my life now is undeniably better than before? Without Silver obviously... It will be.