Sunday didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he wanted you, he wanted you so badly... To finally love and taste true happiness... But on the other? It would be immoral.

As you lay on the hospital bed, head pounding from amnesia. Across Sunday was your true lover whom you don't remember.

To lie behind your lover's back and tell you that he, (Sunday) is your true beloved, to take advantage of your amnesiac state.. Or to let cupid ruin him all over again and let you go with your rightful lover.