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I don’t know.
“Who are you?”
I whimper. I don’t know. How can I know who I am? I’m nothing. No feelings. No emotions. A ghost.
I push to my hands and knees and crawl to a corner, hoping no one can find me.
“Who loves you?”
Who loves me? No one. No one. Wait. A face emerges in my cloudy mind, slowly focusing like a Polaroid.
Dark hair. Hazel eyes.
He loves me.
He does.
He’s the one.
I cradle my head in my arms and cry.
He’s the one he’s the one he’s the one.
He’s the one who loves me, and I can’t remember his name.