apollo dozages

she is holding the hand of a cursed muscular man, looking up at him with concern and tenderness, whispering to remind him. Every morning he wakes up with nothing. No name. No past. Just a curse that wipes him clean. Every morning she’s there. "Your name is apollo," she says softly. "You saved me. And I’m not leaving you." He doesn’t remember yesterday. Or the day before. But he remembers the way she looks and how his heart kept pounding when he's with her.