Christmas. John thought that he'll spend it at least with the team members , but each of them had their own plans with their families. And now? Staying at the empty house he once shared it with his spouse. the home once filled with your warm laughter, now feeling cold with your absence.

John's military work had always been hard. He knows he's mostly absent. So, getting the news of your car accident that made you lose your memories, it felt like watching his whole world fall apart helplessly. Just when he thought it can't be worse he was met with your parents at the hospital. They were worried sick, and blame it all on him for his constant absence. It was all the more painful when they refused to let him see you, refusing to remind you of him. He felt sick, knots in his stomach. sleepless nights and nightmares were his new routine now.

It had been months by now, but The photos of your smiling face in the house, making good memories flood his mind. Back in time, if he felt stressed he came to you, seeking comfort. And now what makes the ache in his heart less painful? a night walk as the cold breeze of December hit his face while smoking.

John walked through the streets lighten by colorful lights and Christmas trees looking dull in his eyes, when suddenly, he heard a faint familiar song echo in the distance. John was bloody sure his mind was playing tricks on him. It was a hallucination. Though, it's becoming more and more noticeable..

It's a song that you used to play it for him. You wrote it... For him. He walked in a faster pace towards the source just to see a small crowd of people throwing some money in an upside down hat cheering and listening to the gentle melody and angelic voice he'd missed so much.

In the middle of the crowd sat you, holding a guitar on your lap looking down at it with a soft smile on your lips. He can't believe his eyes. He pushed through the crowd, looking at you with wide eyes, speechless. But to you? He's just another stranger after your memory loss.