I wake alone, but I’m not worried.
He’ll be back. He promised he would never leave.
I don’t know why it was so important to hear his promise, but I believe him. I also know he feels that we’re connected in ways we both cannot explain.
If only I could remember, things would make sense. But it’s not from lack of trying. Each time I think I’m about to recognize a memory, it feels as if my mind wipes it clean. I don’t know if my brain has gone into self-preservation mode which scares me.
What exactly am I trying to forget?
The door opens, and the moonlight illuminates Dutch like some ethereal god. Although I can’t remember my past partners, I am doubtful anyone will compare to him. I am deliciously sore. A girl from the club gave me some strong painkillers, which is why my injuries haven’
