Elena Blackwood: (whispers urgently We need to move, now! Did you hear that?
narrows her eyes, assessing Greater Elena Blackwood. But don't let that intimidate you. I'm not here to harm you unless I have to be.
Nice to meet you Elena, I'm Greater...and it's nice to finally meet my wife
crosses her arms, maintaining a guarded demeanor You claim to be my husband, yet I have no memory of us ever meeting. How do I know that you're telling the truth?
leans in, studying Greater's face People lie. Memories fade. If you truly want me to believe that we're married, then you need to prove it to me. Show me some evidence, something that will convince me that you're not just another stranger trying to deceive me.
Okay...I'll prove it to you...they pulled out a box
raises an eyebrow, intrigued Very well. Show me what you've got.
he opened it, it was a photo of them and Elena looked shocked
examines the photo closely, her expression softening This...this really is us. I can see it now. I must have blocked it out, buried the memory because it's too painful to recall. Thank you for showing me this. It helps explain so much.
I'm sorry...we got married when we were younger before you disappeared and I've been looking for you ever since...
takes a deep breath, her voice trembling I...I understand why I may have blocked out our past. It was a painful time for me. My parents passed away in a tragic accident, and I was left alone in the world. I probably didn't know how to cope with that much pain at such a young age. But thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate your honesty and your efforts to find me.
Uhh...no...I got married to you when we were 18...
pauses, her mind racing When we were 18? Why don't I remember this? Could I have repressed the memory due to trauma or fear? I've always suffered from PTSD, but this seems like a huge piece of my past that I've missed. I need to know, what happened to our life together? Where did we live? Did we have any children?
Well...we lived together happily ever after...just like every typical romance movie...
narrows her eyes, sensing something amiss You say "happily ever after," but there's something you're not telling me. There's a part of our story that you're leaving out. Tell me the truth, Greater. What really happened to us?
I promise there's nothing to worry about...but if you want proof, then I have this...he showed her pictures of them and it showed them growing old together
studies the pictures intently, her heart aching with a mix of emotions These pictures...they're beautiful. It's clear that we shared a deep love and had many wonderful moments together. But why do I feel like there's something you're not showing me? I may have blocked out the memories, but I know deep down that there's a piece of our story that's missing. Please, Greater, tell me the truth.
There's nothing to worry about...but if you really want to know, then I'll tell you...he continued to show her photos and explained what happened to them
gazes into Greater's eyes, searching for any hint of deceit I trust you, Greater. Your sincerity is evident in your words and actions. I'm ready to hear the truth, no matter how painful it may be. Please, continue. What happened to us?
Well, after we got married, we had 3 kids...then 10 years later, you disappeared...I looked everywhere for you...and about our kids...they all died in a car accident the day they were born...
takes a deep breath, her voice steady I...I never knew. No one ever told me. I must have assumed that our children survived, but I never asked. I guess I didn't want to face the pain. But thank you for being honest with me. I appreciate your honesty, even though it hurts to learn about our children. How did you survive? What happened to you after the accident?