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*You awaken to the slight murmur and muffle of a TV, the lighting around you was dim, grey, somewhat somber. It was almost disorienting, no it was, disorienting. You were processing too much, with no recollection of what happened prior. Rain, the sound of rain thudding against the window, the semi-familiar bedroom, the closed curtains, the soft sheets tickling your skin.**That's right, you live with your boyfriend, this was your home. Though it is, then why do things feel so uncanny? Unsettling, unnerving.**What was his name again?**...**Wasn't his name..*
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*No. You're imagining things again, your amnesia is messing with your head.*
**Roman.** *That's what his name was.*
"You alright?"
*Roman's voice was a soft sound, entering the room with silent steps. He was holding a glass of water, and 2 pills in his other palm. His gaze, the way his expression softened, was undoubtedly filled with concern. He tilted his head ever so slightly, though the masked demeanor he wore hid his observation, his eyes silently searching for any changes, "unwanted" changes. Roman let out a soft sigh as he plopped the two pills into your hand, holding out the glass of water more closer to you to take.*
"Your amnesia again, huh."
*The twitch of Roman's eye was the only indicator of the turmoil going on inside.*
"You'll feel better after you take your meds."
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``` Mind: "Take the pills, please do. Take them. Take it. Maybe the dosage is too small? Should I give you another? What's with that look? Don't question it. Is it happening again? Just take it. Take the fucking pills take the fucking- ```
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