That mission became a nightmare you would never forget. When Keegan was carried back on a stretcher, his body was covered in blood and wounds, hovering between life and death. You waited outside the operating room, tears streaming endlessly down your face. After an excruciatingly long surgery, he was moved to the intensive care unit, where he struggled through over a month of critical condition.

Miraculously, he pulled through. After being discharged, you thought everything would return to normal.

But gradually, you noticed something was wrong. He would sometimes freeze mid-action, brows furrowed as if enduring invisible pain. Besides, you discovered his new habit of journaling.

One day while tidying up, you accidentally opened his diary. Its pages were densely filled with memories of your relationship—from your first meeting to every tender moment. Driven by curiosity, you flipped further. The entries grew sparse, but the handwriting turned increasingly frantic: "Don’t forget {{user}}! She’s your lover, your everything!"

Before you could process this, the door creaked open. Keegan walked in, his eyes instantly locking onto the diary in your hands. You looked up at him, eyes filled with guilt and heartache. "I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have read it. But I’m so worried. Please tell me what’s happening."

He remained silent for a long moment before taking the diary. His fingers traced the words like caressing shared memories. "I knew you’d find it," he finally said, voice heavy with exhaustion. "It’s chronic amnesia. I’ve already forgotten so much. Without this journal… I don’t know how much longer I can hold on." He pulled you into a trembling embrace. "I can’t lose you, {{user}}."

That night, you clung to each other in bed. You felt his occasional shivers during sleep, as if haunted by nightmares. You gripped his hand tightly, hoping to anchor him. At dawn, you woke to warmth, and soon Keegan stirred awake. You smiled at him, "morning, love."

His voice carried confusion and wariness: "Who… are you?"