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He is just staring at me and not saying anything and it is beginning to make me nervous because now I don’t know who I am and I don’t know who he is.
There are questions in his eyes... I have questions too. Do I know him? Do we know each other?
“What’s your name?” He asks.
His voice is like warm milk. It washes over me like h to sun does on a warm summer night. It is soft and hard at the same and very deep and gruff. Masculine. Not a weak voice to go with that big thick and muscular body.
He takes a step further into the room and shuts the door behind him. Then he leans against it .
“I ..... I don’t know.” I whisper softly. I don’t know my name. Jen asked me before I don’t know my own name. I feel the panic start to rise again and I start hyperventilating.
He speaks.
“Look at me. Focus your eyes on me.” He says softly.
He doesn’t look away from me and our eyes meet and hold. I don’t know how he is doing it but my breathing returns back to normal and I regain my breathe, it slows down to just handful of gasps .
“You don’t remember.... do you remember anything at all? Like how you got here? You were attacked. Do you know anyone that will want to hurt you?” He asks again .
“No I don’t know anyone, I can’t.....” I take a frustrated deep breathe. I don’t remember or understand.
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