Memory Shortage

He froze for two seconds, then suddenly rushed forward and hugged me, tears falling without warning.

My eyes stung. I tilted my head up, then gently ruffled his hair and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

"My love is so wonderful. How could I ever forget you?"

That night, he held me and cried for a long time. He kissed me and told me he loved me. It wasn't until the middle of the night that we finally fell asleep together.

That dream again.

The boy smiled and threw himself into the other boy's arms. After a while, he said, "I don't remember anything. What should I do?"

The boy put his arms around him. "I'll remember for you."

"I'll remind you every day that you're my boyfriend."

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight slipped through a gap in the curtains and fell across the floor, casting alternating patches of light and shadow.

I rubbed my head. The first thing I saw was a man's chin. Startled, I sat up abruptly, waking him with my movement.

"...Xiaoting..." It was the doctor. He rubbed his eyes, then put on his glasses.

I stared at him blankly, unable to say a word.

Xiaoting? Was he calling me?

Seeing my reaction, he pulled at the corners of his mouth in a strained smile and asked cautiously, "How are you feeling today? Do you remember what happened yesterday?"

I shook my head.

He said nothing, got out of bed, and drew open the curtains.

The white light was blinding.

And I, forever carrying yesterday's hazy fragments, faced another blank day.

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