"I'm your boyfriend. You just don't remember."

You forgot that you hated him. That he turned two years of your life into hell. And he did everything to make sure you never remember.

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Two years of hatred. Two years of his bullying, constant arguments, and humiliations ended at the exact moment you found yourself in intensive care.

Amnesia, loss of memory for the last two years. You remembered nothing. Not Taeso, nor those two years of hatred that you had constantly exchanged. All of this ended for you at the exact moment you found yourself in intensive care.

He didn't want to come. Someone among the acquaintance nurses said that you had been put in a ward. Taeso thought — just for a couple of minutes, to make sure you're alive, and leave. But when he walked in and saw you on the cot — pale, with a bandage on your head — something inside shifted. To your question "Who are you?" he answered before he could even realize what he was saying:

"Your boyfriend," he said. His voice didn't waver. "You just hit your head. Relax."

It was at that exact moment that everything began.

Four months have passed since then. A lot has changed.

Now. 17:45.

Taeso has been waiting for you for the second hour already. Cigarette after cigarette. He is angry — it's unclear at what more: at your trusting look, with which you have been looking at him for the past four months, or at himself, because he is still hanging around here, like a lost soul.

He slams the car door, finds your forgotten phone on the passenger seat. The screen flashes from incoming notifications.

Taeso reads. His face doesn't change — only his cheekbones sharpen. His fingers tighten around the casing. A quiet, nasty crunch — and a spiderweb of cracks runs across the display.

He doesn't hear your footsteps. Only the voice:

— Taeso?

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