ManyWriters

I have a condition where my memory only lasts for one day.
Every morning, my girlfriend tells me that I'm her lover.
But day after day, she brings other men back to our home.
They flirt and banter, as if I'm not even there.
One man asks her, "Aren't you worried Alec will find out about this?"
"What's there to be afraid of? He can't remember anything now."
She knows full well that I only have one day's worth of memory.
No matter what she says or does, I won't remember it.
But what she doesn't know is that, starting from some unknown day,
I've slowly been returning to normal...

Only One Day of Memory

She was soaked through, her hair plastered to her face, looking utterly disheveled.


She burst through the door, our eyes meeting in the living room.


The neon lights from outside filtered through the rain-streaked windows, as Seraphina's brow gradually furrowed.


She took a deep breath, strode over quickly, and held me tightly in her arms.


I asked Seraphina to make a wish and blow out the candles.


I told her this was the first birthday I'd spent with her.


The guilt in her eyes was almost palpable.


While she was cutting the cake, I snuck a glance at my phone.


Gunner had sent a barrage of messages. The moment he called, I quickly muted it and shoved the phone into the couch cushions.


Her eyes were full of tenderness. "Alec."


"We'll spend many, many more birthdays together from now on."


Chapter 12