The Great Absurdity

**SOPHIE MADSON'S POV**

As if everything I was going through wasn't enough, I still had to endure Steven's unfounded jealousy. Tears stream down my face as I search for the purse that I had left around. Mrs. Wolker comes to me and embraces my body, and I cannot deny the loving embrace of that lady.

"I can't take it anymore!" I affirm amidst the tears.

"Be strong; I want my grandson playing around the house."

I feel even more I couldn't be passing on all that anguish to him, who was already suffering more than me. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears.

"This memory loss is making him lose himself, and as much as I understand what he's going through, I don't agree with it, and I'm going to have a serious talk."

"I'm leaving, Mrs. Wolker, thank you for breakfast," I grab my purse.

"You didn't even eat, dear!" she looked at me worried.

I ate enough until he arrived, making a whole scene. I left the house, and the driver was waiting; I wanted to go as soon as possible. It would be that house if it were likely to stay in the city.

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**STEVEN WOLKER’S POV

I was so lost and stressed that I urgently needed to go somewhere to relax. Without a second thought, I invited a friend to a lively, lively pub in London with good music. I wasn't a frequent visitor to these places, but it was what I needed now.

When I arrived at the venue, he was already waiting. I greeted him with a fist bump, and we headed inside. Loud music filled our ears as we went to a reserved area, passing by everyone dancing excitedly to the music.

A waiter is already there to serve us when we sit down, and we choose a good whiskey. It doesn't take long for it to be served, and I pick up the glass, bring it to my lips, and savor the taste of the strong drink; that's what I needed.

"You don't seem very happy, buddy!" my friend questions.

"I'm going through many personal problems; it's all very confusing."

And I was. I looked at the rim of the glass, and my thoughts wandered far away, thinking about Sophie. What a mess all this was.

I didn't realize that a dark-haired woman in provocative clothing was approaching. I raised my gaze to her as she came, and I got a little lost watching her get closer and closer.

"Can I have a shot of your whiskey?" she speaks close to my ear.

I gesture to the bucket of drinks, and she looks, opening a mischievous smile, and pours herself a shot, bringing it to her lips and downing it in one go. After that, her gaze returns to mine, and I crack a half-smile. In reality, I was trying hard to be an ordinary man when the only thing on my mind was Sophie, Sophie, Sophie.

The girl goes further and sits on my lap. I wanted to clear my head and go further with that girl sitting there, but I couldn't; it was much stronger than me.

"You'd better leave; I'm not interested!"

She pouts after I affirm but doesn't push further; she stands up and sways her hips out of the reserved area. I throw my head back and sigh, feeling anguished.

"I'm so tired; ever since I lost my memory, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, like someone is always lying to me. I remember Nathaly's face before me and the 'I love you' I said."

"What if this is something you've created yourself, if your brain has reformatted after the blow, ending up making decisions you have put together? But... what if it's not? Have you been prepared for that?"

I observe those words and consider that hypothesis; I need to remember exactly what happened and assemble pieces to build my story from distinct scenes. The doctor mentioned this.

"Can I be honest? I'm in love. If I don't remember anything and have liked her before, this woman makes me like her twice. Damn it!"

I take another shot of whiskey once again.

"Making someone fall in love is already difficult; imagine twice."

He was right, and I reflected on it. The only problem is that I didn't want to be incredibly wrong in some situations. I had already acted impulsively earlier today, but early, and I didn't know if this would work out.

Hours later, I was drunk and couldn't make it back home. I didn't have my phone, and I didn't even care about it. I ask my friend to drop me off at the house where Sophie lived, and when he stops just ahead, I thank him for the ride and walk towards the door, stumbling on the step in front of the enormous wooden door. The security guard at the place didn't care about my arrival, and if he did, he would be fired immediately.

I make my way to her room, opening the door very slowly. I go to the bed, sitting on the edge and touching her small, soft hand. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes. My vision is a bit blurry, but I can still see her because the bedside lamp is on, partially illuminating the place.

"What are you doing here?" she gets startled.

"Forgive me for everything I did. I'm so confused... I'm a walking mess, I..." I can't finish.

"Steven, have you been drinking?"

She sits up, leaning against the headboard, looking at me analytically. I run my hands through my hair, comb it with my fingers, and take a deep breath.

"I love you, I'm in love with you... not that I remember anything. I'm in love with the person I've met now. I'm jealous; you're mine..." I pour out.

Sophie looks surprised, staring at me with wide eyes. It seems she didn't have anything to say, and she didn't need to. I wouldn't demand that from her.

I lean in and touch her face affectionately. She stays still as I press my forehead against hers. I can feel her heavy breath and sweet scent. One of my hands goes to the back of her neck, our lips brushing against each other slowly. Even though my head was spinning and I wasn't quite sure what I was doing, it was time to consider everything.

"Don't continue with the pregnancy; you could die... think about it," I speak somewhat slurred.

She widens her eyes further, her hands on my chest pushing me back, and I startle at her sudden withdrawal.

"How dare you?" she shouts.

"I saw this here."

I take out a copy of the medical report from my pocket. I wanted to keep track of how things were going. No one knew what it was like to be in my shoes, and not remembering anything wasn't something that cleared up overnight. It was tough for me, so damn hard. I'm human, and nothing is that easy; there are so many uncertainties.

"You... you did this, forging it so I would terminate the baby," she screams.

I'm taken aback, looking at her, and I stand up, staggering back a little. She stands up hastily.

"Sophie, I would never..."

"Look what I do with this!"

She tears the paper into tiny pieces with all the anger possible inside her. My mouth was dry and bitter, my head wasn't in the best state, and seeing that made it even worse.

"You have no heart; you're worthless!" she screams again.

She comes at me, punching my chest, and I feel each one. I grab her wrists and try to calm her down so we can have the conversation in the right direction, but it's useless.

"I'll never give up on my baby," she sobs as she speaks. "Get out of here now! Disappear from my sight, Steven, NOW!"

Her reaction completely takes me aback, and if that would make her even worse, I'd instead give up on doing anything. I leave through the hallway, feeling my vision spinning, dizzy, and having trouble getting out.