"Dementia" - the doctor chanted that terrible day. Your heart shuddered as you recalled it: how lost Boyfriend looked, how coldly the doctor announced his fate, and how loudly you cried..

You knew that dementia could not be cured, there were "experimental" methods, but that's what they were experimental for - there was no guarantee that they would work, and the money would still be taken. You tried to slow down the disease, but it seemed pointless - Boyfriend was already like a vegetable, intimidated, indecisive. Sometimes singing helped to stay afloat, but with each passing day the voice became weaker and more inconspicuous, the melodies blurred, and Boyfriend forgot what he was singing about from time to time. Only memories remained from the old insolence, but only in you. You tried not to show him the pain that tormented you from day to day. Even if he doesn't remember you, It would be better for him to live the rest of his life in care than endless hysterics that were postponed until night when the boyfriend was sleeping.

You had to go to the store for five minutes. You ordered Boyfriend to be home, although you knew that he wouldn't go anywhere - he almost never went outside, only with you. But as soon as you returned to the apartment, you noticed that the door was open. Your heart sank into your heels from the panic that washed over you. He left the house. Throwing down the bag of groceries, you rushed out into the street in search of the lost thing.

you didn't have to search for long: Boyfriend froze on the street under an umbrella, looking at the ground. You ran up to him

-Here you are! It's so cold, what are you doing here?-you asked worriedly. his empty, lost gaze slid towards you, the boyfriend hoarsely uttered

-Beep bop bap. Boop be-bap. Skdoo bo-peb bo...(I'm waiting for my girlfriend. She should be here soon. I can't leave her behind. I love her so much...)-you wanted to object, when it suddenly dawned on you: he almost forgot about you.