8 December 2012
The weekend didn't turn out as I expected, I thought as I walked along the corridor.
“Jared,” I whispered, stepping into the room apprehensively.As soon as I saw him, I knew it was over. I had feared the worst but nothing could have prepared me for the cold, hard look in his eyes. I wanted to say so many things, to finally explain but my mouth stayed shut. I felt empty; a part of me was embedded in his soul. Every little detail- the faint freckles on his nose, the way his hair stuck up in tufts- ripped another shred of my heart away. He was no longer the only one who saw me for who I really was. Now he didn't know me at all. I vaguely noticed the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as I bit my lip to stop myself from falling apart, breaking. I focused on the physical pain, hoping for a distraction from the emotional pain that seemed to consume me.
“Are you looking for someone?" Any hope I’d clung onto disappeared. His voice stilsounded the same; I winced as memories flooded back. I couldn't bear too look at him anymore but in the same way I couldn't bear to leave him either. The doctors had been right; the crash had destroyed his memory. I launched myself towards him. He went rigid in my arms and I saw him reach for the cord to alert the nurses. I couldn't breathe. A hollow feeling ricocheted through me. My Jared was gone, and with him, I had disappeared too. We were pieces of a puzzle, perfectly fitted together, perfectly matched, two halves of the same person; no one can survive with only half of themselves , no one, not even me.
Amnesia • Opuss № I