"Eds used to love having a lively home, always playing music, but for the past two weeks, the speakers have gathered dust. She couldn’t handle spicy food, mixing chili sauce with everything. And most importantly, Eds always cared deeply about her job at the piano store. Yet, you suddenly resigned three days ago and interviewed for a lab assistant position."
"Eds once said she didn't like doing experiments. She preferred music, photography, and romantic things—not boring research."
"You’re not Eds, so who are you?"
Hector’s eyes bore into me, fierce and searching, as if he wanted to see my soul through my face. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Hector, I am Eds!"
I didn’t know how to explain the past two years to him. I could feel that I was her, but at the same time, I wasn’t her.
Eventually, Hector took me to see a doctor. He left no stone unturned, visiting specialists in Neurology, Psychiatry, and Psychology. The diagnosis was that I had a split personality: the primary personality had returned, and the secondary one had disappeared.
That was the first time I saw Hector's eyes reddened. He asked the doctor in a trembling voice, "Will she come back?"
"No, she won’t."