I don't want to remember anyone

As he left, I rubbed the swollen back of my head. The doctor said there was an inoperable tumor growing in my cerebellum. Tears fell silently. That night, I packed my bags and left the North City. On the bus, the Johnson’s building set off a huge fireworks display. Whether it was to celebrate the joy of divorce or the return of Miah, I breathed on the bus window and drew a few strokes. Later, passersby recalled that I had written: "Goodbye, Johnson." When the bus lost control and crashed into the stone pier, there was no time for my mind to react. Then, a loud bang. My seat was crushed, blood trickled from my head, staining the entire car seat. I woke up again to a stark white surrounding. I was in a hospital. By the bed, there were several familiar faces. "You're awake? That's good," they said. "What would you like to eat, Emma? Mom will make it for you," they offered. My gaze was scattered as I looked at the people around the bed. "Amnesia? How could you have amnesia?" "Is it because of the blood clot in her brain that hasn't dissolved?" Johnson’s mother asked the doctor nervously. The doctor nodded. "Once the blood clot dissolves, she'll be fine." Lying in bed, I silently watched the feeding tube entering my body. My gaze slightly shifted towards Johnson, standing by with a tall but expressionless figure. Just one glance, and our eyes met. I withdrew my gaze, lowering my eyes. After a few attempts, I managed to produce a hoarse voice. "Mom... Dad, you can go home, someone will take care of me in the hospital." Using an extremely unnatural tone, I called out to the two. Before they left, they instructed that Johnson must not go anywhere and had to stay in the hospital to watch over me. "Are we... are we married?" I broke the silence of the hospital room, looking at Johnson. He frowned, clearly annoyed by my question. I shut my mouth, pressing my lips together. He didn't answer my question, only pointing to the water glass beside him. "Would you like some water?" My lips were indeed very dry. I nodded. He poured water and handed it over. I had little strength in my body, not to mention my hands. But he just handed it over, clearly with no intention of feeding me. I coughed dryly, trembling as I took it. After finishing the water, I opened my mouth again. "Do you hate me?" He put the cup back, snorted coldly. "You do have some self-awareness." He sat back down, preferring to look at his phone rather than at me. The atmosphere in the room was very strange. I stared blankly at the TV for a while, but couldn't help asking. "Do you know how I got into the car accident?" Asking this question, his hand trembled, and he looked up. "You've just had surgery, you need more rest." "Oh." After waking up from a sleep, he was on the bed next to me, but his fingers were still scrolling through the screen, working. I turned over, gazing at him in a daze. "Can't sleep?" he asked, his tone as emotionless as ever. I nodded. "Mind keeping me company for a bit?" I requested. He continued typing, offering a noncommittal hum in response. "Is our relationship really that bad? Why did we even get married?" I questioned, my voice tinged with confusion. He furrowed his brow. "That's something you'll have to answer yourself. Out of all the men in the world, you had to latch onto me." "But your mom said we were childhood sweethearts, that our families always thought we'd end up together," I defended. He snorted derisively. "If every simpering fool out there is looking for someone to save them, then congratulations, you found your savior." He slammed his fingers on the keyboard, causing a sharp pain in my chest. It dawned on me that his aversion to me had surpassed everything else. I gently turned away, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. A blue light flickered, lingering for a few seconds. My trembling shoulders stilled immediately. "I have a bit of a headache, I'm not staying up any longer, I'm going to sleep," I announced.