Aaliyah was nervous. She wondered how Jameel was going to be this morning? She had dropped the children's off to school, and daycare. She just hoped Jameel was ok after everything. If anything had happened to Jameel, she didn't know what she'd do. She started making Jameels favourite breakfast, in an attempt to distract herself. She was just setting the food on the table, when Jameel came and took a seat. Jameel sat and ate. Whilst eating, Jameel felt a few memories returning. He knew now for certain that this was his favourite breakfast, but how did Aaliyah know? I must of told her he thought. Jameel looked at Aaliyah.
"Please continue your story."
"Well, I wasn't happy there. So I came home. He had moved on, but they broke up. We ended up getting back together. His ex wasn't happy. She made our lives miserable. Eventually, she ended up getting murdered. My husband got the blame, because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Jameel stared at Aaliyah. Why did this sound so familiar to him? It was like he had lived it. Aaliyah was about to continue, when she saw Jameel. She put her hand on his, and asked if he was ok.
"Please stop. Your story is doing weird things to my mind. I'm getting strange images. It hurts my brain."
Aaliyah couldn't believe what she had done. If anything happened to Jameel, it would be her fault. She couldn't allow that. She'd rather have Jameel alive and not remember her, then the alternative. It frightened her to think how much Jameel had changed her life, and how she couldn't imagine her life without him. She stood up, and helped Jameel to his room.
She watched him sleeping, whilst tears ran down her eyes. Will you ever remember me she thought? I'm your wife, I need you. Please remember. I can't do this anymore. Seeing you everyday, but not being able to touch you, hold you, kiss you, is killing me.
