REBEKAH'S lips slightly hung open.
"You lose your memories?" She asked again. She hadn't expected such.
"Yes." He nodded. "Sometimes, for weeks before a bit of them start return. Other times, they do not return at all. I currently have a lot of lost memories."
"So... what you're saying in essence is..."
"Is that I know this is all too much for you." He nodded. "I'm like a baggage with so much weight."
Rebekah wanted to scream at him and tell him he wasn't, but her lips could only quiver.
"I know I shouldn't have much of a choice or even make demands..." He paused, that feeling of self loathing overwhelming him again.
He hated feeling that way. It made him weak, and all he wanted to be for Rebekah, was strong.
"...but I have always hoped for when you'd come. I waited for that pers
