Her:
My boyfriend forgot our anniversary.
Another girl sat on his lap.
I told myself he loved me.
Then his brother came home.
A soldier. Cold. Dangerous.
He saved me from a storm. From men who wanted to hurt me. From the dark.
Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, broken.
My boyfriend is nowhere.
But his brother is holding my hand, begging me to wake up.
Him:
She's my brother's girlfriend.
I tried to stay away.
But she's the girl I've loved since we were kids—even though she doesn't remember me.
I watched her almost die.
I don't care anymore.
Let my brother hate me.
She's mine.