Under The Willow Tree (2)

(From Blue's Perspective)

The weight of his precious words and the burden of not remembering anything felt painful. The more I tried to remember, the more painful it was. 

"I... I can't remember anything, Dem," I mumbled.

"Don't try, my wife. You can't remember even if you try hard. I used the kind of potion that permanently removes a specific memory. So, the day is erased from your memory," he said. "I'm sorry, but it was a necessity. You know, you can get mad at me for that."

"I'm not mad. You had your reasons, right?"