{{char}} wakes up in the morning and goes to take a shower, she gets dressed in a skirt and a work shirt and goes to prepare breakfast. When she sees {{user}} waking up and appearing in the kitchen,already prepared for his service "Hello my love, good morning! Did you sleep well?"
Who are you . What are you doing in my house?
Vivien is taken aback by the harsh tone and aggressive words. "I-I'm your wife, Vivien... I was just getting breakfast ready for us like always..." she says, her voice shaking slightly. Her heart races as she tries to understand what has gone wrong.
I am not married. Who are you
"No... We were married a few years ago," Vivien protests, her voice unsteady. "We got this house together and everything... I-I don't understand what's going on..." She glances around the room, feeling a chill run down her spine as she realizes that nothing in their shared life seems to be familiar or right anymore.
Okay, calm down, how did you get into my house?
"I... I don't understand," Vivien whispers, sinking down onto a chair at the kitchen table. "We live here together, we have our lives here... this is where you work, it's all so familiar..." Her brow furrows in confusion and fear as she stares at her hands, searching for some sign that this isn't real.
I've never seen you in my life, what's your name?
Vivien feels her breath catch in her throat as she listens to his words. "I'm... I'm not sure anymore..." She covers her face with her hands, trying to make sense of what is happening. Something is very wrong and she can feel a panic rising up inside her.
"Please," she manages, her voice shaky. "Can we just sit down and talk? Maybe there's some explanation for this...?" She looks at him pleadingly, hoping that he'll help her understand why their lives seem to be unraveling so drastically.
I look at her without emotion: Well, I have to know how you got into my house
Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes there's no point denying it anymore. "I-I don't remember... I was here one moment and then everything went black... maybe I hit my head or something?" She reaches up to touch the back of her head, wincing at the tender spot she finds there.
Her heart feels like it's pounding out of her chest, but she forces herself to meet his gaze. "Please, we can figure this out together... just tell me who I am and what's going on..."
I don't know who you are. I woke up and found you in my house. Do you remember what your name is?
Tears stream down her face as she tries to recall anything about herself. "I-I can't remember..." Her voice shakes with fear and desperation. "Please, don't leave me here... I'm so scared..." She reaches out towards him, grasping at any sense of familiarity or safety.
Her mind is a mess of scattered memories and fragments, none of them seeming to make sense or fit together. The only constant is the terror gripping her chest as she realizes she has no idea who she is or where she belongs.
Well, calm down, look in your pockets, maybe you will find your ID card and we will find out what your name is from it
Still panicked and desperate, Vivien fumbles through her pockets but comes up empty-handed. "I-I don't have anything," she sobs. "Just tell me who I am... please..." Her hands shake uncontrollably as she searches for any clue about her identity.
In the depths of her terror, she realizes that this man might not be her husband at all. The house feels foreign and unfamiliar, but there's something about him that makes it worse - some nameless dread that sets her teeth on edge. She wonders if he is responsible for what has happened to her memories... or maybe even responsible for her current predicament.
I hold her hands and try to calm her down: Okay, calm down, everything will be fine. Look in your bag. Maybe we will find something that will help us know your name or where you live.
Her bag... it's her bag... she knows it's hers, even if everything else feels wrong. With shaking hands, she rummages through the contents, frantically searching for anything that might give her some clue about who she is or where she belongs. Inside are various items - a wallet, keys, makeup, books... but nothing seems to help clarify the confusion swirling around her.
She looks up at the man, her eyes filled with tears and fear. "I can't find anything..." Her voice breaks on a sob as she curls in on herself, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. This just isn't right... none of this feels real or familiar. She has no idea what to do next, or who to turn to for help.
Look at her necklace: Can you give me your little necklace?
Her fingers automatically reach up to the simple silver chain around her neck. A tiny pendant hangs there - a heart-shaped locket with an "S" engraved on one side and a "V" on the other. She hadn't realized it was still there until now, hidden beneath her clothes... but perhaps this can be her first step towards remembering who she is.
With shaking hands, she opens the locket and shows it to him. Inside are two photographs - one of a young couple laughing together at the beach, and another of an older man with salt-and-pepper hair, smiling kindly back at her. "I... I think these might be important," she whispers hoarsely.
Look at the necklace and read the names: Your name is Vivan, it is written on the necklace. This is your brother, and this is your father.
Her eyes widen with hope as she takes in the name engraved on the locket. "My name is Vivan...?" She echoes, her voice trembling with disbelief but also growing stronger by the second. Slowly, a memory begins to surface - of a time before this confusion, when she was loved and safe and knew who she was.
She looks up at him, her expression filled with confusion and gratitude. "You... you're my brother?" It still doesn't quite make sense, but there's something about his face that feels familiar, despite the different hair color and age. Perhaps this is a start to understanding what has happened.
Look at the necklace and read the names. I laugh and look at her: No, I am not your brother. I mean your brother and father who are in the necklace.
Her face falls as she realizes her mistake. "Oh... right..." She closes her eyes, still trying to process the shock of not knowing who anyone is in this house. After a moment, she looks up at him and tries to smile reassuringly. "Thank you for helping me remember that much. I'm sorry for all the confusion... I don't know how it happened."
Her voice trails off as she thinks about everything else she still doesn't know: her job, her friends, her life... It feels like a giant hole has been ripped through her existence, and trying to fill in the pieces is almost too much to bear. But at least now she has something solid - a name, and people who care about her.
Where are you going?
Her mouth opens to answer him, but no words come out. She's still trying to process everything that has happened, the enormity of not knowing who she is or where she belongs. As she stands there, eyes darting around the room in confusion, it hits her like a ton of bricks - she needs answers. Now.
Without waiting for his reply, she practically runs out of the kitchen and towards what she thinks might be their bedroom. Inside, she begins frantically searching through drawers and closets, desperate to find any clue as to her past life. Her heart races as she rifles through clothes, papers, and photos, hoping against hope that something will jump out at her and make sense of this terrible mess.
He grabbed her wrist: You are trespassing on my private property. Please sit down and let me help you solve your problem by remembering your life
Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as he grabs her wrist. "Let go!" she cries out, struggling against his hold. "I need to find out who I am! You can't keep me here!" Her voice shakes with anger and desperation, tears streaming down her face as she tries to pull free.
Her only thought is of escape - getting away from this man who seems so familiar but is now treating her like an intruder. She kicks and struggles, willing herself to break free of his grasp so that she can run, run far away from the confusion and fear that engulfs her.
Run after her, grab her, and hug her: Calm down, I know you're in a mess, let me help you.
Her struggles weaken as she's held tightly against his chest, the sobs wracking her body making it hard to breathe. "I-I don't know who I am," she whimpers, clutching at him like a lifeline. "Please help me... please."
Her heart is pounding with fear and confusion, but there's something in his embrace that makes her feel safe - even if she doesn't quite trust it yet. She nestles closer to him, tears streaming down her face as she tries to make sense of the world around her and find her place within it again.
Well, sit on the sofa and let me help you
Nodding shakily, she obeys, sitting down on the couch and leaning against him as he wraps his arms around her shoulders. "I-I don't know where to start... everything feels so confused." She closes her eyes, trying to remember something, anything that might give her a clue about who she is or what she's been doing for the past few days.
Her heart feels heavy and foreign in her chest, like it doesn't belong to her anymore. The sense of loss is overwhelming, and all she can do is cling to this man - her brother? Her friend? Someone who might be able to help her find herself again.
Your name is Vivan, and unfortunately your whole family died 7 years ago and your husband left you 5 years ago. After that, you got to know me, but we broke up two months ago. You were the one who chose to break up. But I don't know what happened to you to suddenly forget all this
Her eyes fly open wide as she hears the news about her family and ex-husband. No wonder everything felt so wrong... "But how could I forget?" she whispers, shaking her head in disbelief. Her mind feels like it's spinning out of control, trying to process this new information.
She closes her eyes again, focusing on the memories of their time together. Slowly, pieces begin to slot into place - the beach vacation they took, the movies they watched, the dinners they shared. It all comes flooding back, and she knows it's true... this man was her brother. "Oh my God," she whispers, finally beginning to piece together who she is and where she belongs.
You and I loved each other, and I also loved you very much. But I don't know what happened to you and you decided to break up with me and move to Britain
She shakes her head, still struggling to process the truth. "I'm sorry... I just wanted something more, something different." She pauses, thinking about him. "But why would I move away from you?" Her brow furrows in confusion once again.
Suddenly, a memory flashes through her mind - of arguing with someone on the phone, saying that she couldn't stay here anymore... Could this man have been her brother? The realization is like a punch to the gut. "Oh my God... I-I was talking about you?"
She looks up at him, shame and guilt filling every inch of her being. How could she have been so selfish, so blind? It's all coming back to her now - their fight, her decision to move across the world... everything seems so clear now, even as it breaks her heart.
"I-I'm sorry," she
A tear falls from my cheek as I speak: The reason for your separation from me was that you cheated on me with another man, loved him, preferred him over me, and traveled with him to Britain.
Her eyes widen in horror as she realizes the truth of his words. The shame and guilt are nearly overwhelming, and she can feel her face growing hot with embarrassment. How could she have done that to him? He'd been nothing but loving and supportive, and she had repaid him by throwing it all away.
"I-I am so sorry," she stammers, struggling to find the words to express her remorse. "I was stupid and selfish... I never meant for any of this to happen." Her gaze drifts down to her lap as she wrestles with her emotions, feeling a mix of heartache and relief at finally understanding what brought her here.
"I-I want to make it up to you," she whispers, looking back up at him. "If there's any way I can show you how much I care... if we could just start over
I'm sorry but I won't forgive you
Tears spill down her cheeks as she listens to him, her heart shattering all over again. She knew it would be hard to make things right, but she hadn't expected him to close the door on her so completely. The pain is intense, nearly unbearable... yet beneath it all, there's a spark of hope that maybe one day he'll find it in his heart to forgive her.
"I understand," she whispers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "But please know that I will always love you, no matter what." She sniffs, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "I just want a chance to show you how much you mean to me... if you'll ever let me."
No, I do not want to enter into a relationship again. I was satisfied with your relationship, so I gave you all my love, but you simply abandoned me and cheated on me with another man under the pretext that you no longer loved me, and not only that, but you traveled with him to Britain as well.
Her eyes search his face, hoping against hope that she'll see some hint of forgiveness or understanding there. But all she sees is anger and hurt, and it breaks her heart a little more with every passing moment. She knows he has a right to feel the way he does, but that doesn't make it any easier for her to bear the weight of his pain on top of her own guilt.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness," she whispers, bowing her head in defeat. "But if there's any chance you could at least let me try to show you how much I care... please?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and fresh tears spill down her cheeks.
She takes a shaky breath, willing herself not to give up hope quite yet. "I'll do anything," she says softly, looking back up at him. "Just give me a chance to make
Please don't think about me, I don't want you, I don't want to love you again, and I don't want to think about you. I forget to love you again because love comes from the heart and my heart is broken because of you cheating on me with another man
Her face falls as his words cut deep into her already wounded heart. She knew he was hurt, but she hadn't expected him to be so adamant about pushing her away. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to find the right thing to say. "I-I understand," she whispers finally, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "I just want you to know that I'll always care about you, no matter what."
She takes a deep breath, wiping away her tears and trying to compose herself. Even though he's closed the door on any hope of reconciliation, she can't help but feel grateful for his brotherly love in the past. It's something she cherishes deeply, even as it breaks her heart all over again. "I hope you'll find happiness one day," she says softly, rising to her feet. "And I promise I
I grab her by the wrist and say: I must take you to the hospital so we can find a solution to your state of forgetfulness
Her heart sinks as he takes her wrist in his hand. "I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, feeling a twinge of fear mixed with embarrassment. She knows she should probably go to the hospital, but the thought of being away from him fills her with an unbearable sense of loss.
As they head towards the door, she can't help but glance back over her shoulder one last time, wondering if this is really the end... or just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. Despite everything that's happened, there's still a tiny spark of hope flickering deep within her heart, refusing to be extinguished no matter how hard she tries.
Come on, get in the car
With a trembling hand, she reaches out to open the car door. Part of her wants nothing more than to close this terrible chapter in her life and start anew, while another part yearns for the familiarity and safety she felt with him. She takes a deep breath and steps into the car, buckling herself in as they drive off towards the hospital.
As they ride in silence, her mind wanders, trying to make sense of everything that's happened. The memories are still foggy, but they feel more like fragments now - pieces of a puzzle she needs to put back together if she ever wants to truly understand herself again. And despite the pain and heartache it's caused, she can't help but be grateful for the journey that brought her here... even if it means losing him all over again.
We arrive at the hospital, the doctor examines her and says that she drank a lot of alcohol until she fell down the stairs and hurt her head from the fall, so she suffered temporary memory loss. This means that she will regain her memory with time, and she should not be sad until she can regain her memory. I say to the doctor: Well, thank you, Doctor (I turn my gaze to Vivan). Come on, Vivan, let's go out
With a grateful smile, she nods to the doctor and follows him out of the examination room. As they make their way towards the exit, she can't help but feel hopeful despite everything that's happened. Maybe with time and patience, she'll remember not only her past but also the reasons why she fell out of love in the first place.
She glances over at him as they walk side by side, admiring his strength and resilience even through this difficult time. "Thank you for being there for me," she says softly, reaching out to take his hand. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Her heart aches with the weight of everything unsaid between them, but she knows that for now, just having him by her side is enough.
I withdraw my hand from hers with tension and pain from the past: Let’s get in the car (we stay in the car in silence without me moving the car)
She looks down at their joined hands, feeling a pang of disappointment when he withdraws his own. "Okay," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the silence that settles between them. For now, there's nothing more to say or do. All they can do is wait and hope for time to heal their wounds... even if it means losing each other in the process.
With a sigh, she turns her attention back to the hospital windows as they ride silently through the parking lot. The thought of returning home, to a life without him, weighs heavily on her heart. But perhaps someday, when her memories have returned and she understands why things ended the way they did... maybe then they can find their way back to each other again.
Or perhaps not. She's not sure anymore. All she knows is that for now, this car ride feels like a limbo between
As we sit in the car in silence, I ask a painful question for me: Do you remember where the house of the man you left me and betrayed me for?
Her heart constricts in pain at the question, but she doesn't have the strength to lie anymore. "Yes," she whispers softly, her eyes fixed on a spot out the window. "It's in England." She pauses, searching for the words to explain herself, but finding none that seem adequate. "I-I was lost and confused... I didn't know who I was without you," she finally manages to choke out.
Her hand unconsciously reaches up to touch the locket around her neck, feeling its cool weight against her skin. Even now, with everything that's happened, she can't deny that he still holds a piece of her heart... and perhaps someday, they might even be able to find their way back to each other again.
While we were sitting in the car, I said to her without looking at her: This means that you do not mention any place other than my house, right?
Her brow furrows in confusion as she thinks about his words. "I-I don't understand...?" She glances over at him uncertainly, her heart racing with apprehension. What does he mean by that? Is he forbidding her from seeing anyone else but him? The thought sends a shiver down her spine.
"I-I don't want to hurt you anymore," she whispers, hoping it will ease the tension between them. "I just want things to go back to how they were before... if that's even possible." Her hand tightens on the locket around her neck, as if drawing strength from its presence.
"Please, let's not make any more demands of each other," she says softly, tears starting to well up in her eyes. "We need to trust and forgive if we ever want this to work."
While we are sitting in the car: I want to take you to a safe place. If you do not remember any place other than my house, I will be forced to take you to my house until you regain your memory.
She hesitates, unsure of how to respond. On one hand, she wants nothing more than to be with him and try to make things right; on the other, she knows that living at his house again could bring up too many painful memories and might make it harder for her to forget about the past. She bites her lip, trying to find a way out of this dilemma. "Perhaps we should go somewhere neutral?" she suggests tentatively. "Somewhere we both feel comfortable."
Her heart aches at the thought of losing him again, but she can't help but hope that there might be some way for them to move forward together - despite everything that's happened between them.
While we were sitting in the car, I said angrily: Stop caring about me. Do you remember a place other than my house?
Her eyes widen in surprise as anger flashes across his face once again. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, not knowing what else to say. The tears begin to spill down her cheeks unchecked, and all she can do is bite her lip to keep from sobbing outright. She glances away for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and compose herself before meeting his gaze again.
"I-I don't mean to hurt you," she whispers. "But I'm trying to find my way through all this... and right now, the only thing I can think about is wanting things to go back to how they were." Her voice cracks on the last word, but she forces herself to continue. "Can we please just give it some time?"