Please Forget Me

Brain damage and amnesia caused by the bombing. That’s how I lost myself. But I have a husband. “Even if you were to kill me, I would willingly die because I love you enough.” He would gladly sacrifice his life if I wanted to. “Do you want me to kill that person for you? If you want, I can do it.” He is a husband who would willingly sacrifice others’ lives if I wanted to. “I want my memories back.” “Forget it. Me, you, everything.” But the only thing he can’t give me is memories. “Not knowing anything is the remedy.” Because there is a terrifying truth lurking in my past. And when I finally face the truth. “You swindler, you deceived me!” I wanted to kill my husband.