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As he walked down the hall to her room, he heard the rhythmic beep of the monitors. He stopped at the doorway to look at her from a distance. He still couldn’t remember her, and this upset him deeply. Her soft, brown hair was piled around her face, and flared out on the pillow. Her even breaths slowly raised and lowered her chest. She looked like she was only sleeping. Any minute she would open those kind brown eyes, and look at look at with that same sad smile she had worn when she lying is his arms on that night. But still he wouldn’t remember her.
What had happened to him? He thought puzzlingly. It was so frustrating, not being able to remember something, and not knowing why. But still he stayed by her side. He came to visit her at the hospital everyday for year. On the day when it had been a year since he lost his memories and found this bloody girl in his arms, things changed…
