“What?” I panicked as soon as the words left his mouth. Daniel has always been around and I always thought it was just coincidence. “You crazy!” I said as I swiftly turned around wanting to leave as soon as I could. Danny grabbed my wrist “I’m not lying to you, I could never lie to you!” He lifted his hand to my face and gently caressed my cheek. He was trying to comfort me, but I was to far gone. My breathe was uneven and my vision was beginning to blur. “Rosie, baby!” his voice was cut off by the lingering darkness. I woke up in a soft plush bed. I was comfortable, but that was suddenly ruined by many red flags. Strange bed, strange room, strange shirt, strange noises coming from what I guess was a downstairs. I screamed and flailed my arms and legs hoping someone would hear me. Light footsteps trotted up the stairs. “Rosie it’s okay, your alright.” Daniel rushed in placing his hand on my shoulder rubbing soothing circles up and down my arm. “Did I really die?” I spoke gently almost a whisper. “No, at least I don’t think so. You look the same, you talk to same, and even the same name.” I smiled at least I wasn’t a zombie or vampire. The Salvatore brothers put me to shame already as it is. Daniels face went blank and I was immediately worried. “Daniel, what is it?” I spoke in such a way I barely recognized. “You were in a coma, we thought you died. There is no reasonable explanation besides the fact that your memory went away.” Daniels voice was filled with hurt. “We can move on. I loved you then, and it’s clear by my feelings even now that I love you now.” I said with tears in my eyes. I just wanted to move on for everyone’s sake.

-2 years later-

I didn’t immediately go back into the spotlight of my giant acting career. Daniel and I were happily married with 2 kids. Our twins were our life and joy. Harlow and Faye were our two girls. Everyone says girls were made for there daddies, but our girls weren’t. They were made for the both of us. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. They were only 6 months but they already had there own personalities. Harlow was a firecracker always making a ruckus, she talked and played and was so bubbly. Faye was also a bit bubbling but she loved everything outside. I never got my memory back, but we did the best we could. We didn’t risk any medication or anything. I trusted Daniel to tell me everything. He would hold me at night and show me pictures and tell me stories. I trusted every word he said. I loved how my life was. I loved my family. Even though I didn’t remember it all.