Where did I go?

My first day at work was great. Really great, actually. Mike dropped me off at the record shop with the lunch I had packed in hand. It kinda felt like my first day of school. Lucy was there and guided me through everything. Nothing too crazy, just keeping track of inventory and ringing up purchases. When we weren't dealing with customers, Lucy and I talked about our personal lives. She's single, lives above the store, and has a cat named Toast. I think the reason I like her so much is we don't have history.

A little after six my phone lights up with a text from Mike. "Here" I wave bye to Lucy and grab my stuff. He's parked right outside. I slide into the passenger seat.

"How was practice today?" I ask as I click the seat belt. He shrugs. "Alright, I guess. We were a little rusty obviously, but it got better as we went along." It was the first time the band had practiced since my accident, so I'm happy that they finally got back to it. We continue with our small talk as Mike drives back to the apartment. Things have been kinda tense. Both of us are constantly on edge.

When we arrive home it smells like garlic, onions, and other spices. I follow my nose to the kitchen where the table is set with two plates of pasta with alfredo sauce and a couple glasses of wine. "Mikey when did you learn to actually cook? Your specialty used to be ramen noodles." I tease him lightly.

He just smiles and pulls my chair out for me to sit. "Well when you're on the road a lot eating like shit, it's nice to come home and make something good." He sits across from me. We dig in. It's amazing. No one says anything until both plates are practically licked clean. Mike takes a long drink and then clears his throat. "So um I guess I had another reason for all this."

I raise my eyebrows. "You always knew how to butter me up."
"Yea I guess I did... anyways I just wanted to talk about us. I mean, we're still married and all and I just think I have a solution to make things... easier." He pauses and looks at me. I just nod. He continues, "So there's a chance you won't ever get back your memories of us. And I'm okay with that, I mean I have to be. I don't want to divorce too early since it's a shit ton of paperwork and money. But I don't think we should wait forever either. I say we give it six months. Six months for something, anything to come back to you. If nothing does then we can get divorced and move on with our lives. What do you think, Val? Can you deal with me for a little longer?"

I think about everything he's just said. Six months. It's the least I can do for him. Plus it will give me plenty of time to save up for my own place. And if we're only married on paper, what's the harm? "Alright. Six months it is." Mike looks me in the eye for the first time since we got home. "Thank you, Val" He notes the date six months from today in his phone and then does the same in mine. I help him clean up the kitchen and then head to bed. I can't sleep, though. I stare at the highlighted date. It seems so far yet so close.

*Mike's POV*
Val went to bed a while ago. But I can't sleep. I keep looking at the date in my phone. Six months, one hundred and eighty-two days, over four thousand hours. That's how long I have left with her. I can't lie to myself. She doesn't look at me the same way, not like she did before. I have to do this, it's for the best. I run my hands through my hair. Six months. I toss my phone across the room and lie down on the couch. Six months.

Notes

okayyy what do you guys think so far??? what's gonna happen?! will she remember him in time...