I've been living for 3 years without my memories of the past. I wake up one day with a man by my side saying that he was my husband. He brings me to his house telling me stuffs about the car accident. Then one night in my room while I'm going to change I saw a picture of ours in the cabinet. This photograph is taken back in 2012 with a young girl who looks like me and a boy that my husband told me that his younger brother who's been killed 4 years ago. But there was something weird in his story he told me that I have a twin sister who died along with my mom when my mother gave birth. Then when I ask him about this picture he told me that this is my twin sister? ...
Then? ..
who died along with my mom?
he's lying... his words are... unbelievable when I told him that I'm sad about the loss of my right hand in his story about the accident which is weird...
I thought his also sad about it but about a minute ago I saw a smirk on his face like he's just pretending to be sad about it. His behavior was understandable...
When he told me not to push myself in remembering my past and just live in the present with him.. which is good to hear.. but when I look at his eyes I saw something...
deep...
something...
dark.....
his looks are cold and no emotion after all.
3 years.
it's been three years since I've been with him.
I fell in love with him together with the doubts and questions that give me confusion about him... about me... about my past... I don't know. ... but what if he's lying.. is he my husband? is Zhan's my real name? who is he? who I am? ..
Do I...
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loving the unknown?
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