Author's note: Okay, second chapter, more establishment, but hopefully its
not as rushed. The first chapter was rushed because well, I gave up on
making it better and concentrated on the parts that follow- so stupid of
me, I know but I hope you enjoy the rest of the story more then some
enjoyed the first part.
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How much can one man take? I wake up with my wife in my arms. The only problem is she doesn't remember she's my wife. Theres nothing technically wrong with her body or mind, she just can't remember things right since she received that bang to the head in Greece.
She was the one who insisted we get married, Will had objected. He said I was taking advantage of Sydney- but Sydney set him straight. We got married the same day. That was two years ago, only a few days after she lost her memory. I get out of bed without waking her, knowing she'll forget the wonderful union we just experienced; it breaks my heart. I have a shower and get dressed. I pick up the binder from the nightstand and walk to the living room. I flip to the first page, our wedding. I flip to the second page, stuff about where Francie and Will are. I flip to the third page, information on Jack and SD-6. I want to skip the next pages; there the pages I write for her everyday. I write up every moment of out wedding, everything about my family and everything I could remember about every day in our lives and put it in here. I shut the binder and place it on the trunk we use as a coffee table.
She didn't notice the tattoo. It's on my lower back; it's a heart with her name in it. I got it before SD-6 went down, Weiss got me drunk- we wandered into a tattoo parlor and the rest is history. At least I mine wasn't as big as Weiss's; he's got a big dragon that goes across his whole back. The first time Sydney noticed mine, she insisted on getting one of her own, she made a note and taped it to her wrist, and she remembered. Her's is a pink and red heart with MV in it; it's beautiful. I didn't know about it till after she had gotten it, Francie took her to get it. She probably doesn't remember she has it.
I hear her talking in her sleep, mumbled words. Her sleep is always fit full, after two years I've realized even if I do go rushing to her side she'll never remember me when she wakes up. Every morning I search her eyes, the love is always there, even if it's clouded over by confusion and hidden, but she never remembers. Some day's her reaction is good; like today. We used to take turns when she woke up. Francie, Will and Jack took turns with me at who was going to wake her up on what day of the week till it donned on me, she didn't need them. She needed me. So I stepped up to bat and it's been that way ever since.
Last year for a month we thought she was cured. She had no trouble making memories and could remember everything we told her. It was a miracle, we even thought about starting a family- we were trying to have a baby. Then she bumped her head while we were cooking a meal for Francie and her new boyfriend Daniel and she forgot everything again. She looked up at me in those seconds after she hit her head with sheer confusion and just said "Vaughn?" like it was the biggest question in the world. In that second I realized I'd never be just Michael again and we could never have a baby girl or boy with her beauty, we'd just have to wait in limbo. How much can one-man take? For love, one man can take anything.
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How much can one man take? I wake up with my wife in my arms. The only problem is she doesn't remember she's my wife. Theres nothing technically wrong with her body or mind, she just can't remember things right since she received that bang to the head in Greece.
She was the one who insisted we get married, Will had objected. He said I was taking advantage of Sydney- but Sydney set him straight. We got married the same day. That was two years ago, only a few days after she lost her memory. I get out of bed without waking her, knowing she'll forget the wonderful union we just experienced; it breaks my heart. I have a shower and get dressed. I pick up the binder from the nightstand and walk to the living room. I flip to the first page, our wedding. I flip to the second page, stuff about where Francie and Will are. I flip to the third page, information on Jack and SD-6. I want to skip the next pages; there the pages I write for her everyday. I write up every moment of out wedding, everything about my family and everything I could remember about every day in our lives and put it in here. I shut the binder and place it on the trunk we use as a coffee table.
She didn't notice the tattoo. It's on my lower back; it's a heart with her name in it. I got it before SD-6 went down, Weiss got me drunk- we wandered into a tattoo parlor and the rest is history. At least I mine wasn't as big as Weiss's; he's got a big dragon that goes across his whole back. The first time Sydney noticed mine, she insisted on getting one of her own, she made a note and taped it to her wrist, and she remembered. Her's is a pink and red heart with MV in it; it's beautiful. I didn't know about it till after she had gotten it, Francie took her to get it. She probably doesn't remember she has it.
I hear her talking in her sleep, mumbled words. Her sleep is always fit full, after two years I've realized even if I do go rushing to her side she'll never remember me when she wakes up. Every morning I search her eyes, the love is always there, even if it's clouded over by confusion and hidden, but she never remembers. Some day's her reaction is good; like today. We used to take turns when she woke up. Francie, Will and Jack took turns with me at who was going to wake her up on what day of the week till it donned on me, she didn't need them. She needed me. So I stepped up to bat and it's been that way ever since.
Last year for a month we thought she was cured. She had no trouble making memories and could remember everything we told her. It was a miracle, we even thought about starting a family- we were trying to have a baby. Then she bumped her head while we were cooking a meal for Francie and her new boyfriend Daniel and she forgot everything again. She looked up at me in those seconds after she hit her head with sheer confusion and just said "Vaughn?" like it was the biggest question in the world. In that second I realized I'd never be just Michael again and we could never have a baby girl or boy with her beauty, we'd just have to wait in limbo. How much can one-man take? For love, one man can take anything.