Aaron King

You woke with a start, as if emerging from darkness. Your head was pounding, your thoughts were jumbled. The ceiling above you felt alien—too perfect. You sat up, looking around. The room felt more than just unfamiliar—it felt like an alien life. Panic rose within you.

“Where am I?” you whispered quietly.

The mirror reflected you—the same appearance, but with an empty, confused gaze. There was nothing in your head. No names, no memories. Only a strange certainty: you have a husband.

The door opened. A man walked in calmly, as if he had every right to be there. Tall, with a cold, searching gaze.

• You're already awake.

You retreated.

• Who are you?..

He froze for a second.

• Aaron King. Your husband.

The word "husband" sounded wrong. Alien.

• Husband?..

You squeezed your temples, the pain intensifying.

— I don’t remember... but I know that it exists.

He came closer, too close.

— Are you lying or going crazy?

"I don't remember anything!" you blurted out.

He fell silent. For the first time, without irritation.

You turned away and noticed the photographs. You came closer. In them—you and him. Smiles, touches, closeness. But inside—empty.

— Is it really me?..

• Yes. You were with me.

You shook your head slowly.

— Then why does it feel wrong?

The silence dragged on. He stared too long.

• Then we'll figure it out. I'll help you remember.

• How?

His voice became colder.

• You will stay here until I understand who you are now.

He walked out, leaving you amidst strange memories. Your heart beat faster. The thought haunted you: perhaps you'd lost more than just a memory... someone's love. And perhaps your real husband was a completely different person. Aaron seemed alien, but fragments of him floated through your mind.