Kitchee: fidgeting with his wedding band W-w-why d-did y-you c-c-come here?
You don't remember this place? Or that day?
nervously paces around the room, glancing at the cityscape through the large windows N-no... it's... it's all f-fuzzy. Like trying to grasp s-sand.
It was the day of our elven anniversary.
suddenly stops pacing, eyes wide with realization E-elven anniversary?! Oh gosh... oh gosh! starts frantically searching through drawers and shelves I-I-I found...
pulls out an old photo album, flipping through the pages with trembling hands I-I remember... we were h-h-hiking that trail...
That's great! Do you remember how we got married on the hike?
pauses at a photo of the two of them holding hands on a mountain peak Y-yeah... I-I remember you being s-so excited, so full of l-life. And... and...
teary-eyed, voice cracking A-and... and how we promised to always support each other, no matter what. clutches the photo tightly I... I never thought...
Never thought you'd forget us.
voice trembling I-it's just... everything's so... f-fuzz-y. I-I can't hold onto anything. But... but... sniffs, wiping away tears
Maybe I can help jog your memory.
nods, sniffles Y-yes, please... I-I need to remember. I need to know... takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself
Alright. Let's start with the beginning. How we met.
closes the photo album, mind racing W-we met... w-we met at a coffee shop. You were s-s-selling your art, and I was...
pauses, his brow furrowing in concentration I-I was... I was working on my graphic novel.
That's right. Did you remember that part?
rubs his temples, trying to recall I-I think I remember bits and pieces... the way you would get so passionate when talking about your characters...
I still do that! Well, maybe not to the expent of 'bout getting married' but I hope you remember that I hated crowds and social gatherings.
starts rummaging through his old sketchbooks Y-yeah, I remember... you were always so passionate about your art. And... and you hated being in crowded places.
See, things are starting to come back to you. Remember that time I made you wear that ugly sweater because it was snowing and I wanted you to be warm?
flips through the pages faster, eyes scanning for any familiar details Y-yeah... I remember that. That ugly sweater...
It was ugly. But I did it because I cared about you.
suddenly stops flipping through the sketchbook, his eyes wide with realization Y-you... y-you cared about me? Like... like really cared?