HurtA Story by shashaHanna had forgotten about him. Nathan wished for the opposite.
"Who are you?"
Nathan felt a pang in his heart as soon as the question popped out from her mouth. He stared at the confused face in front of him. Could this be a joke- no, the girl never joked around about her condition before. Then, why couldn't she recall who he is? He stoned on his position, still processing her voice. Like a broken tape, her question played and he wanted it to stop. There was a brief silence between them. The only sound heard in the room was the beeping sound of the machine beside the girl and the ticking clock. The girl leaned her body against the bed's frame. She put her hands on her lap, waiting for the boy to answer her. The boy had his lips sealed into a thin line. Out of sudden, time moved slow for him. He couldn't stand the awkward mood, but he didn't have any word to say. He kept pushing the truth away, out of his mind. He knew what was happening. He had thought of this long before she woke up from her long slumber. He already thought of what he could do if it happen. But now he experienced it himself, he wished he didn't know about it. After all, knowing nothing was better than enduring it alone. "Who are you? And do you have something to do here?" The voice greeted his ear again, pulling him out from his thought. It sounded softer this time and Nathan knew he annoyed her. His heart softened. Although she didn't remember her past self anymore, she didn't change at all. This somehow made him longed for her older self. The boy opened his mouth. "Nathan." Her eyes widened a little before they became normal again. An amused smile showed on her pale face. "So you can talk. Nice to meet you. I'm Hanna." I know. "Oh, is there something you want to tell me?" I miss you. He shook his head. The girl frowned. "Then, why are you here?" she tilted her head to the side. "Are you- don't you remember me?" Nathan asked. Although he already figured out the answer, he wanted confirmation, even if it would hurt him more. He looked into the brown eyes. There was nothing in them, not even a spark of excitement he used to get. He held his breath when Hanna's lips parted and when the word left her mouth, he swore his heart shattered into pieces. "No." A tear rolled down his cheek.
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