Maxwell sat on the end of the bed and took a tissue aside to wipe Serena's sweat.
Serena opened her eyes, eyes full of confusion, smiled at him and fell back to sleep.
The brief smile was like a fresh spring coming in from the desert, nourishing Maxwell's aching heart to life.
He took her hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.
He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, and although no one had reminded him, he knew he was supposed to have lost his memory in an accident.
He'd had dreams of being resuscitated, of waking up briefly, and of him having Serena hypnotized.
She said his presence made her sick, made her feel the world was dark and dirty, so he had that memory of him erased from her.
How fair God is to make two people who hurt each other forget that dark past.
When they meet again, she is the proud Serena and he is the washed-up Matthew.
Maxwell's head hurt, and it was already hurting at this moment just thinking about it.