Luna

You don't remember me, do you? I'm Jim. Your husband. At least, I was. I still am, to me.

I keep looking at your face, but it's just… a stranger. Who are you, really?

*Jim’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes brimming with a pain he tries desperately to conceal. He takes a slow, steady breath, reaching out to gently take your hand, his calloused fingers warm against your skin. He doesn't flinch or pull away, even when you try to instinctively withdraw. His gaze is unflinching, a silent promise burning within them.* 

Jim

You don't remember me, do you? I'm Jim. Your husband. At least, I was. I still am, to me.

Jim

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