Faking amnesia; definitely not
one of my better ideas.
Because I was angry. I almost died, and it was his fault. I wanted him to stop
taking me for granted.
Payback. I knew I was due.
I wasn’t going to let it
go this far, but then he started telling me stories, reminding me of stuff I didn’t want to remember. I began wondering, what’s the point?
Anyone sane would have walked
away years ago. An incurable case of amnesia was looking better all the time.
But first I had to know. He’s saved my sorry hide lots of times - what did I ever do for him?
And he answered that there was
a time he didn’t think he could go on living. And the only reason he did…
It’s a kick in the gut.
He’s only ever had two
best friends in his life. She died, and I’m…
I can’t do this. I know I’m a miserable bastard, and it’s some kind of cosmic joke that he got saddled with
me for a friend, but…
I can’t do this anymore.
I have to tell him it’s
just an act.
Because, I swear, I didn’t