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“The chains of weariness have enshrouded me of late,” Marcus replied,
weariness painted upon his tone. “His counsel was one of respite, fearing my
relentless labor might cause dire consequence.”
Yet Millie sensed a nuance beyond the surface. Marcus bore within him a
concealed narrative, a story yet untold.
Facing the clarity in Millie's eyes, Marcus felt a pang of melancholy. He hated
lying, but it was an illness without a cure.
His countenance remained resolute before Millie, a facade meant to shield her
from his fragility. His desire was unwavering—to spare her the weight of his
concerns.
“Let's head back. As you see, I'm hale and hearty,” he declared, his words
buoyant in an attempt to dispel Millie's burgeoning concern.
An inkling of consternation creased Millie’s brow.
Their path led them past a charming bookstore. Millie, seized by a literary
yearning, declared her intention to procure a book. Marcus, ever the companion,
joined her within the quaint emporium. Amid the shelves and aisles, they sought
their quarry until Millie emerged victorious, clutching “The Memory Loss Brain.”
After the transaction was complete, they retreated to their vehicle. Millie nestled
the acquisition upon her lap, and as Marcus navigated, his gaze grazed the
cerebral illustration adoring the book's cover.
“What prompts this selection?” queried Marcus, his curiosity kindled by the
enigmatic title.
“simple curiosity compels me,” Millie replied, veiling her deeper musings. A
suspicion had sprouted within her—a seed of memory loss, a harbinger of
forgotten fragments.
Otherwise, how could that photograph have slipped through the grasp of her
mind?
Marcus drove fast back to the hotel soon.
Post-shower, Millie sank into the sofa's embrace, the book before her. Marcus,
post-shower as well, assumed a position beside her.
As the pages turned, Millie sought refuge in knowledge. And in due course, her
head found its reprieve upon Marcus’ shoulder.
“Beloved, might it be that I'm adrift in the sea of forgotten recollections?” Millie's
words were tender and vulnerable in their confession.
A fleeting tension gripped Marcus. What hidden knowledge did Millie possess?
This very selection of book roused his suspicions.
“You suspect memory loss?” he inquired, his voice touched by trepidation.
“somewhat,” Millie replied, casting her eyes to the awaiting page.
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