Randall’s phone rang, and I took it. He didn’t want to give it at first. However, he didn’t do anything when I grabbed and answered it. I couldn’t see who the caller was, but I knew who it was since Randall refused to answer it.
“Randall, I found out you left the workplace early? I’d still bring you your favorite meal.”
Charlotte’s gentle voice came over the phone as soon as I answered. Is this woman’s body no longer delicate? Is she putting pressure on my husband? Even if she is no longer embarrassed by others, she should still be ashamed of herself.
I sneezed, then replied in a mocking tone. “How come you’d bring meals to my HUSBAND’S OFFICE?” I’m not going to starve him.” After I said it, I grinned. I’m sure Charlotte despises hearing the term “husband” from me.
I looked at Randall, who was staring at me intently but didn’t appear to react. I’m not sure how there were fruits and a knife on the hospital bed’s side table because I hadn’t noticed it earlier. He got up and walked there, where he took an apple and began peeling it. I instantly concentrated my attention on the woman on the other end of the line.
“Where has Randall gone?” I wasn’t mistaken because I had already modified her melodic tone. She grew solemn and angry all of a sudden.
My brain cells are already clapping. I didn’t stop tormenting her and kept going. While Randall sat next to me, he lay what he was peeling on the bed and listened to my chat with Charlotte again. Because of what he did, I proved he didn’t care about Charlotte and that she was the only one troubling us.
“Do you have that thick of a face to ask the WIFE where her HUSBAND is?” I didn’t say anything to her anymore, drop the call, and handed the phone back to Randall, who was continuing peeling.
This man had no idea I had a negative impression of him. When he looked up at me, his brow furrowed, and he cut the apple. He thrust it into my lips just as I was about to speak. When I was going to say something else, the door opened, and the doctor walked in.
I straightened up. Before Randall’s phone died, I saw that his wallpaper background is me. I’m happy every time he does something simple yet sweet.
Love is most likely superficial and straightforward. There are no whys or hows. There is no depth. You’re happy as long as the person you care about does it. Even when he does the dumbest thing, he would ever do. The simplest.
The doctor stood in front of us, reading his paper. He was wearing eyeglasses, which he raised before eventually glancing up at us. “Based on the results, you had the amnestic syndrome. When we questioned your colleague about how long you’d been suffering from this, they claimed it’d been half a year. Your situation is unusual since there are two forms of amnesia. The first type of amnesia is retrograde amnesia, which occurs when you cannot recollect what occurred to you or your traumatic incident. The second type of amnesia is anterograde amnesia, which occurs when you are unable to generate new memories as a result of a stressful experience. As a result, it is unusual for your memories to return spontaneously. That’s why you passed out because something happened that triggered your memory.”
He said I could go home once he discussed a few more things. Randall went shopping for me and then we headed home. I’m not carrying anything else. In the end, I rode in his car while Ava and Turstin were in the same car, and Alex drove himself home because he had his automobile. Maybe I’ll just ask him about the number I’m searching for the next day.
I looked down at my hand while I was in the vehicle. Alex’s hand appeared to remain still in there. As I opened and closed my hand, I looked out the window. I had barely leaped when Randall abruptly grabbed and shook my hand.
“Are you okay? Aren’t you still feeling well?” Randall slowed his car so he could glance at me from time to time. When I did not answer, he suddenly stopped the car on the side of the road.
“Why did you stop?” I adjusted my seat and then smiled at him. “I’m just fine.” I took his hand and squeezed it.
“Where did you meet Alex? Have you known each other for a long time? ”
He was about to start the car when he suddenly stopped moving because of my question. He looked straight ahead at the dark road as several cars passed by. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“Why are you asking me about Alex?” He didn’t look back at me and he seemed to be tense. He started the car again and he drive slowly.
“Nothing. I feel like I’ve seen him. I just don’t know where or I just don’t remember. ”
When he unexpectedly started the vehicle, I would have simply shrugged. As I held the handle on top of my head, I was trapped in my heart. My heart is pounding. My head trembled violently because of the pace with which he drive. Suddenly, several recollections flashed across my mind.
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I was driving down a dark road. I attempt to step on the brake, but nothing happens. I didn’t know what to do and felt like all I could do was pray. Until a vehicle struck my car.
I cried out loud as that memory flowed through me. My eyes never stop shedding tears. I feel like there will be a crash in our car at any moment. My eyes widened as I cried.
Randall stopped the car and parked it in front of a convenience store. My hands are shaking. The memory that passed through me never left my brain.
Randall was about to hold me to hug when I pushed him and looked so scared. Fear because of the memories I saw. Afraid of what he did. Frightened of him. Because for sure …
I don’t know him.