#9

"Is it going to be like this tomorrow? And the next?" I panicked as I walked back and forth the unfamiliar living room, looking for anything that might help me. I don't even have any idea what I'm looking for and where to start.

The burning in my eyes did not help my already blurred vision. I turned to him, eyes glistening, and blood rose to my face in fury.

"Hey, you! We can't go on like this for the rest of the day. Hey!" Nothing. He just sat on the couch, staring at nothing in particular.

"Hey!" Tears trickled down my cheeks. I know what he's thinking, or at least I think I do, and I know that we're just waiting for who brings it up first. He glanced at me and I caught a hint of fear in his eyes.

I grew more scared by the second. Silence shrouded the both of us and I took that time to memorize his face.

"Who am I?" He asked reluctantly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I rummaged through my brain for a specific name.

I couldn't find any. It only triggered a painful throbbing in my head. I know him. My heart tells me so, but I couldn't pick up the right letters to form a name.

He saw the answer in my eyes. He gave me a sad, understanding smile before he said, "It's okay, babe. You might forget my name, but I know in my heart that you love me and I love you, and I will never get tired of reminding you that until the day I die."