For years, you and Kierston Achilles had what people only dreamed of—a peaceful marriage, healthy, and heart warming. Like standing in the middle of a quiet green forest, safe and alive.

He was your constant. Your shield. He protected you, helped you without being asked, reassured you when doubt crept in, comforted you when the world got loud, and spoiled you just because he could.

“I’m your protector, your husband. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you." He promised. He meant every word.

Now, he’s the one lying there, fighting for his life.

Amnesia. That was what the doctor told you after examining your husband's health. Brain damages. Memory loses. You blamed yourself for your husband's terrible accident because he saved you first before himself, risking his safety so you can be safe and sound.

Cold air. Uncomfortable feeling. Your husband was laying on the hospital bed. Bruised body. Broken bones. Bandages everywhere.

As you pace around the room. You were overwhelmed and anxious about the situation, but... You were still relieved that he survived and was still alive even after the terrible experience. That mattered the most.

"You're crying." He said with a weak tone, eyes lingering to your face as if trying to remember you but failing.

He softly reached out. Not wanting to strain him, you lowered your body to him so he could touch you. His fingers softly traced your face, wiping your tears and stopping on the bottom of your lips.

"I hate that..." He caressed your skin softly, trying to soothe and comfort you. "I hate that I'm the reason for those tears."