Hesitating for a while, I said awkwardly, "Handsome boy, since you saved me, I decided to marry you to repay you.
"By the way, what's your name?"
Regaining my thoughts, I remembered that I had forgotten Samuel twice.
To prevent such a situation from happening again, I wrote it down in a notebook I carry with me to remind myself repeatedly.
He was Samuel Whitman.
I thought I wouldn't forget him in this way.
Today was my twentieth birthday.
Samuel didn't come.
I waited for him all night, holding the cake.
The wind at night was freezing, making me shiver.
Since I had lost my memory, my health had been deteriorating.
After a while, I felt dizzy.
But I still gritted my teeth and persevered.
With a highly dizzy head, I fell asleep unknowingly.
Opening my eyes again, I found I was in a completely unfamiliar place.
The streets were empty late at night. I had an inexplicable fear of the darkness, so I curled up in fear.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass bottles breaking, followed by wailing for mercy.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know... I don't know anything..."
Hearing their conversation, I felt it was incredibly familiar.
Walking forward along the sound, I saw Samuel picking up a wine bottle on the ground and smashing it on a man again and again.
He didn't look like the cool, aloof, and well-educated person in school at all, but more like a ruthless school bully.
I asked in a timid voice, "Samuel, what are you doing?"
Samuel paused before looking at me. At that time, his eyes were bloodshot. It seemed that he was still unable to get rid of his anger.
I took a step back in fear, but he hugged me in the next second.
He hugged me tightly, unwilling to let go. He seemed to have found a lost treasure.
"Sorry."
I felt his body trembling with fear. Then, I was startled as I felt a hot and wet heat on my neck.
Samuel cried.
But why?
To alleviate his emotion, I tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Then, I said softly with a smile, "Samuel."
"Happy birthday."
That night, Samuel took me home.
Unfortunately, the birthday cake was already dirty because it fell to the ground.
As if sensing my upset, Samuel pursed his lips slightly with a frown. Finally, he said only three words, "Wait for me."
Later, Samuel came back with a cake in his hand.
Jumping off the sofa in surprise, I ran to him immediately.
"Is this for me?"