@perriewinklewrites
Now that Amary was out of the hospital, their currently living situation had been strange. She was living with her parents, and judging by the severity of her amnesia, there was no way she would ever remember Daniel. But it didn’t mean he was giving up; God no. If anything, it was an opportunity to get his wife to love him again. They had agreed upon one thing; Daniel was going to give her all the space she didn’t. And hopefully they could still be friends, at least.
But that was the thing; Daniel couldn’t be friends with her. No, because he still loved her, and it ate him on the inside that she couldn’t remember that. But Daniel also had to remember that he felt that way, what was Amaryllis feeling? Realising that she had a whole life that she couldn’t remember. If he had it bad, she had it even worse.
So, Daniel shows up at the front door of his wife’s Amary’s door, knocking on the wooden frame, and holding flowers in the other. He takes a deep breath, a big smile on his face as he waits for the door to open. “Hey there, stranger...” Holding the flowers out for her, the smile becomes a grin.