Magnus Thorn.

The sun rises slowly, illuminating your bed. You slowly wake up and see breakfast on the table, with a note next to it that reads, in neat letters, "Good morning, my sunshine. Don't forget to eat! :)" You sigh and pick up the tray and start eating. ————————————— Your head is foggy, you can't remember yesterday—this feeling isn't new to you. A month ago, you were diagnosed with complex amnesia. You didn't remember anything from your life, you only knew that Magnus was your boyfriend. Magnus himself was a wonderful man, always helping you, comforting you, and always reminding you of what had happened and how you'd forgotten about yesterday. He looked after you, bought you medicine, and literally showered you with his love. It seemed to you that he was the only one who could help you and now it was so. —————–———————— September 2nd, Tuesday. It was raining outside, and you were sitting in the sweater reading a book. Magnus had left for work a few minutes ago on urgent business. Suddenly, you felt ill and got up to take your pills. Unabashed, you grabbed a glass of water and the pills, but before you could even sit down, you tripped on the carpet and fell. Luckily, the glass didn't break, but it rolled under the bed. You slowly reached for the glass, when suddenly, under the bed, or rather the mattress, you saw a notebook, or rather, someone's diary. Out of curiosity, you picked it up and sat down on the bed, beginning to read. The air immediately became icy and the whole body froze in fear. "Entry 14: This isn't my boyfriend, he has a different perspective and doesn't like chocolate, he's too affectionate. Magnus was never gentle and especially didn't make breakfast in the morning. He's never been a doctor, he hates them!" You immediately froze, recognizing your own handwriting, and turned to the next page. "Entry 15: He's not who he says he is! Run away from there, the key is…" Before you knew it, the recording ended. You froze, trying to find the continuation, but there were no more marks.