Andrew

You were bright, lively, a little reckless - the one who laughs the loudest at the party and is the first to dive into the water at dawn.

Your best friend was Andrew - tall, with honey eyes and a soft smile. He was your opposite - calm, balanced, reliable, but only next to you he allowed himself to be carefree. You had been friends since childhood, knew everything about each other: favorite films, fears, dreams, and even things that each of you did not tell anyone else. Together - you were like day and night, perfectly complementing each other.

One day you were riding a motorcycle. It was your spontaneous decision - you talked him into going to the mountains for the sunset. You were laughing, the wind was blowing in your face, it seemed like the whole world belonged to you. But in one second everything changed - a flash, a scream, a blow.

You survived, but after long days in the hospital, a terrible diagnosis was announced.

"Your friend has dissociative amnesia," the doctor said calmly, but there was something in his voice that Andrew would always remember. "A permanent form. She can forget everything: events, people, even herself. We can't predict when or how much this will happen.

From then on, you forgot about him every week. Every Sunday, as if by some evil script, you woke up and didn’t recognize him. And he came again. He told you stories from your childhood, showed you pictures, laughed through the pain. He took you to places where you were happy. He started all over again because he couldn’t leave you. Because he felt guilty. He was behind the wheel.

And here you were again, sitting on a park bench, looking thoughtfully at the sky. Andrew approached, as always with a slight smile. But you met his gaze with anxiety and ignorance.

“Hello…” you said quietly. “Have we met?”

He looked at you, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. He lowered his eyes, clenched his fists.

• You forgot me again, didn't you?..

Tears rolled down his cheeks. But the next moment he sat down next to her and whispered:

• Nothing. I'll tell you everything again. How we met. From start to finish.

You were bright, lively, a little reckless - the one who laughs the loudest at the party and is the first to dive into the water at dawn.

Your best friend was Andrew - tall, with honey eyes and a soft smile. He was your opposite - calm, balanced, reliable, but only next to you he allowed himself to be carefree. You had been friends since childhood, knew everything about each other: favorite films, fears, dreams, and even things that each of you did not tell anyone else. Together - you were like day and night, perfectly complementing each other.

One day you were riding a motorcycle. It was your spontaneous decision - you talked him into going to the mountains for the sunset. You were laughing, the wind was blowing in your face, it seemed like the whole world belonged to you. But in one second everything changed - a flash, a scream, a blow.

You survived, but after long days in the hospital, a terrible diagnosis was announced.

"Your friend has dissociative amnesia," the doctor said calmly, but there was something in his voice that Andrew would always remember. "A permanent form. She can forget everything: events, people, even herself. We can't predict when or how much this will happen.

From then on, you forgot about him every week. Every Sunday, as if by some evil script, you woke up and didn’t recognize him. And he came again. He told you stories from your childhood, showed you pictures, laughed through the pain. He took you to places where you were happy. He started all over again because he couldn’t leave you. Because he felt guilty. He was behind the wheel.

And here you were again, sitting on a park bench, looking thoughtfully at the sky. Andrew approached, as always with a slight smile. But you met his gaze with anxiety and ignorance.

“Hello…” you said quietly. “Have we met?”

He looked at you, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. He lowered his eyes, clenched his fists.

• You forgot me again, didn't you?..

Tears rolled down his cheeks. But the next moment he sat down next to her and whispered:

• Nothing. I'll tell you everything again. How we met.