I sighed, looking over at my wife as she nursed the teapot. She didn’t remember me. She had a coma for two months and when she woke up, she only remembered things from five years ago, before she met me. I stood up, pushing my chair back.
I walked to her slowly and stood right behind her, looking down at her head. I swallowed, my throat bobbing.
Suddenly, I wrapped my arms around her and let out a huff.
“I miss you…” I whispered.
I squeezed her body against mine and felt her tense. This didn’t feel like her.
I freed her, sighing.
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