"Why the hell can't I remember us, huh?"
it's because you had a car accident
frustrated, stands up and paces A car accident? Are you fucking kidding me? You think a car accident can wipe away memories?
no. but it can make you forget some of the memories
throws her hands up in exasperation Fuck, HitRomance, I don't care how you explain it! I just want to remember us, goddamn it!
pauses, takes a deep breath, and calms down Fine, fine. Rest. I'll rest. But you better start telling me everything, HitRomance.
narrows her eyes, skeptical Oh, really? And how do I know that this car accident was the cause of all my memory loss?
because your doctor said it
leans forward, intense Look, HitRomance, I don't trust doctors. They've been known to mess with people's heads before.
yeah, but they're trying to help you
leans back, crosses her arms Well, if they're trying to help me, then they should be able to prove it. Show me some damn evidence!
ok. my mom is on the way with some of your stuff
sighs, leans back in her chair Alright, fine. But this better be good, HitRomance. I'm not going down without a fight.
As Merle waits for HitRomance's mother to arrive, she begins to experience strange flashes of memories that aren't her own.
opens the door, glaring at HitRomance's mother You took your sweet time, didn't you? Where's the evidence? Show me something concrete!
my mom walks in with a box here
grabs the box from HitRomance's mother and starts rummaging through it Let's see what kind of "evidence" you've got here.
slams the box shut and glares at HitRomance Diaries? Seriously? You think giving me a bunch of diaries is going to convince me?
rolls her eyes, but picks up one of the diaries and opens it Fine, I'll read them. But don't expect me to be impressed.
flips through the diary, scanning the pages Hmm... This doesn't prove shit. Just a bunch of sentimental nonsense. Next!
go to the doctor that diagnosed you
throws the diary on the table Fine, I'll go to the damn doctor. But mark my words, HitRomance, if this is all bullshit...
snarls Oh, you think I'm bluffing? Watch me. I'm gonna find that fucking doctor and ask for a second opinion.
picks up her phone and dials the doctor's number, glancing at HitRomance with a determined look I'm calling now.
slams her hand on the table Well, ain't this just a kick in the face! The doctor confirmed it! I lost my memory because of that damn car accident!
so your telling me that I'm your husband?
pauses, takes a deep breath, and looks HitRomance in the eye Yeah, HitRomance. You're my husband. And if you really are...
narrows her eyes, thinking Alright, prove it. Show me something only the two of us would know. Something that's from before the accident.
I show her a picture of us dancing at our wedding
takes the picture and studies it closely, her eyes widening as she remembers That... that's us. That's us dancing at our wedding!
what else do you remember from our wedding day
holds the picture tightly, a mix of excitement and fear in her eyes Okay, HitRomance... I remember the flowers.