Summer’s Point of View
I found myself lost in thought, unable to grasp the passage of time as I stared at the name of the building. The silver name plaque was polished to a shine, reflecting the bright sunlight that beat down on it. The sounds of people chatting around me faded away, leaving me in a bubble of silence as I stood there, feeling the rough texture of the concrete beneath my feet. I was unsure whether to turn to Steven or simply continue walking.
[SUMMER MEDICAL HOSPITAL]
“It’s such a waste, isn’t it?” he suddenly spoke, standing beside me and gazing up at the building. “Before you lost your memories, you had dreams of becoming a doctor and owning your own hospital, while also pursuing your passion as a famous clothing designer - all without relying on your title as my wife.
