Awakening Hearts

cipation. The news had spread like wildfire – Alexander had awakened. It was a miracle, a twist of f

. There he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if seeing them for the firs

ned his gaze toward me, his eyes meeting mine. And in that moment, my

never

as if I were just another stranger passing by. My heart sank like

asked, his voice s

as supposed to be. This was not the reunion I had dreamed of, t

said, my voice tre

nged. "Wife?" he repeated, as th

he not remember? How could he not see the woman who had stood by his side, who

ll. I couldn't break down now, not when I needed to be s

ring. "We're married. We were wed just b

s features impassive. "I don'

ow could he not remember? How could he not feel

motions threatening to consume me. I took a ste

g. "Try to remember. Try to remember the vows we

flicker of uncertainty, a glimmer of something that might have been recognition.

is tone detached. "I do

future that had once seemed so certain. I felt a tear es

I choked out, my vo

king something he couldn't quite grasp. And then, with a nod, he

kened, but not to the life we had shared, not to the love we had nurtured. He was a stra

steps heavy and my heart shattered

he said, h

pe. Maybe, just maybe, he had remembered something,

inguished that hope li

but I have no interest in continuing it,

ugh my heart. I opened my mouth to speak, to protest

with that, he dismissed me, leaving me standing there, a sh

if the man I had married was lost forever. And in that moment, as I looked out a