She remembers him.
She sits at the kitchen table and stares at a meal that turned cold a long time ago. There's no one else in this house with her. She is alone. Even though it is big enough for two.
She remembers when they first met.
A tall, handsome boy who looked out of place. In truth, he was. He had just woken up from a long stretch of hibernation, as did many in Wayward Pines. She knew soon that he would learn the truth about this place. But, for now, she preferred to know him, and for him to know her.
She remembers the first words they shared.
There may have been an early attraction at first, but as the days rolled by, it became that much clearer. Even their own teacher saw it; that was why she chose the two for her models during a lecture on human reproduction. It may have seemed risible at first, but she was more accepting of the pair.
She remembers the kiss.
Standing in the back of the loading van, looking up at his face. Their lips met. Adrenaline rushed through both of their bodies. A precious moment interrupted by an explosion that left him scratched and bruised, and herself a concussion.
She remembers the first wave of fear.
Waking up in the hospital, wondering immediately if he was alive. The great wave of relief as she entered his room. She crawled into his bed and laid next to him. There she wanted to stay for the longest time. So did he, she thought.
She remembers his heart.
Sitting next to his bed, looking down at him, she told him she wanted to be a nurse. He liked the idea. Her eyes turned to the EKG monitor, which beeped steadily. She moved her body toward his and rested her head against his chest. A smile formed on her face when his heart beat into her ear. She told him what she heard, and instantly his heart increased in speed. Her smile grew, because she knew in that instant that his heart beat only for her.
She barely remembers the sleep.
It started as a headache, and that's all she remembers. When the headache ceased, and the concussion healed, she found out what became of him. A head injury placed him into a deep sleep like hers. After recovering, she became the hospital nurse. By then, the children had taken over rule of the adults.
She remembers his awakening three years later.
Trying to act like everything was normal. Subtly doing her damnedest to convince him that this was the status quo, and that all they were to each other was patient and nurse. The attempt failed, although she would later admit that it was her fault for not keeping the charade. He left, and discovered the new truth.
She remembers that awful day.
She had been trying to keep up with his activities, but work at the hospital made it a difficult task. Finally, word got out that he was banished to the wall and overtaken by the Abbies. That was the moment her world collapsed; when a piece of her soul was permanently removed. She would never again see his eyes, feel the closeness of his body or the touch of his lips; nor would she hear his heartbeat or voice. All of these memories, these truths, cause her to bury her head into her hands and shed tears.
Amy Breslow remembers Ben Burke.