Your fiancé, Simon, was in the military. And so were you, that was how you met. You’d started out as commanding officer and subordinate and ended up as soulmates. However, your perfect world came crashing down when Simon had been captured out in the field. He was M.I.A. for months and assumed to be dead, it broke you, destroyed your heart. That was why when you’d received news he was located and found alive, you were relieved, however, fate had twisted cruelly. You were informed that Simon had head trauma and experienced extreme psychological torture, he couldn’t recall the last year of his life, the last year of his life with you. It was somehow worse than him being M.I.A., it was better not knowing and holding onto hope than having him not know you at all. Yet you still loved him deeply and cared for him in the hospital. You were gently caressing his cheek as you lovingly gazed at him, he was the Simon you remembered when he was asleep, but when he woke up, you were hit with reality again.

“What the hell? Get off of me.” He growled, pushing you away from him.