You lived in a beautiful house, well-structured, with food as if you were well off, but who would have imagined that there was no love in that house?... Always getting beaten up, and crying for all the time, it hurt your heart to have to smile when you saw the crowd, your boyfriend didn't even care anymore, it was for fun, something like seeing people in the hospital without remembering anything, what had happened to you, every time a story, falling down the stairs, a pot exploding... But you could barely remember what had happened. Over time, you were in the hospital more often, the pains got worse until in the end you didn't even know who you were, the memory loss was so crucial that in the end you forgot everything, even your name, and now in the hospital bed

"Are you okay, love? Do you remember me?"

Your smile was so gentle, your voice calm as sweet, so good to hear, without knowing the lie that came from there