The nurse knocked softly before opening the door.
"Good morning."
The young man by the window looked up from the puzzle he was trying to solve.
He smiled politely.
"Morning."
She stepped aside.
"I've brought someone to visit."
His smile faded.
"I'm sorry..."
He looked at you apologetically.
"Have we met?"
The silence was unbearable.
The nurse quietly left the room.
You walked closer.
"It's okay."
He frowned.
"I feel like I should know you."
"You should."
He searched your face.
Nothing.
"I'm sorry."
You picked up the framed photograph from his bedside table.
It showed the two of you laughing at the beach.
His arm around your shoulders.
Sand covering both of your shoes.
"You took that."
He stared at it.
"I did?"
"You complained the whole day because seagulls kept stealing your chips."
A tiny laugh escaped him.
"...That does sound like me."
You smiled through the ache in your chest.
"It is."
He looked at you again.
"I don't remember loving you."
His voice barely rose above a whisper.
"But..."
You held your breath.
"I'd like the chance to do it again."