Take a picture and save it.
Take a snapshot of the moment that I will treasure forever.
In the beginning it had always been like this. Neither of them knew how they ended up in this awkward and slightly uncomfortable position. He had never ceased to amaze her, she concluded, with his distinct height advantage and rather awkward, lanky limbs, it is a wonder that he can twist his body at all.
She tried to struggle against his weight. Nothing avails. It's far too hard to move. Why is he this obstinate?
Of course, he suspects nothing.
Just at that moment, her mother decided to take a picture, forever documenting that strange, strange situation.
There had been times when he wished that he can just stay there forever. In the days that she lost her memory, he knew that nothing can convince her to come back, at least that's what he thinks.
Pictures tells a thousand words. But what is to a picture if the person can't even establish link with it?
Where should they go? Where will it lead her?
He tried to not worry about it, because it would be absolutely futile and mess everything up. Still, how do people deal with these things?
One day, he thought, he would eventually invite her over to look at the albums that he has. Maybe, just maybe, she will remember something.
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to own Amnesia, I don't.