He still doesn't recognize her. And for the first time, she takes a good look at him. Notices the lack of age lines on his face. Sees skin smoother than she remembered. He's younger. He's younger and he doesn't know her and that shouldn't hurt. Not this much.

"We... we live together," she stutters out, not aware of how the words might be misinterpreted. "Here. You and me. You don't remember?"

She hates how much it hurts. When did she grow to care for him so much?