Seven-Day Loop
Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss.
Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past.
In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it.
“Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?”
“Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?”
Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all.
I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years.
I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting.
[Leave him.]