*A/N* Another short one! I'm pretty happy with it, however, so hopefully y'all will enjoy it!          The name passed my lips, so quiet it was almost like I was just breathing instead of speaking. Although, isn’t speaking really breathing, only with sound? I didn’t tell him about the other thing I remembered. It was too beautiful, too sacred. Besides, I couldn’t decide whether it was a dream or reality. Just like everything else going on, I suppose. But when I saw him sink, his black eyes fall, I almost let it go.             “What?” I asked. I had remembered something, I thought that I might have believed him at last.             “It’s not my real name. That’s the name that I called myself,” he said somberly.             “But isn’t that what a name is?” I blurted, somewhat frustrated that he was so disappointed.             He stood all the way up and turned away from me to light a lantern. The candlelight illuminated his face in red gold, and I could see the stony expression on it.             “No. A name is what you are, what you are made of. The name that you remember is one that I told you, so that you would have something to call me.”             He looked so, so sad. “So I’m bitter?” I asked, a hopeful smile starting to play on my lips.             He raised his eyebrows a fraction of an inch. “Excuse me,” he stated.             “My name. It means bitter,” I said awkwardly, my smile wavering. It took him a moment, but I got to witness the moment where the smile started, and widened. Then, I heard the slight sound of laughter. Then it grew and spread. I realized in that instant that I hadn’t seen him smile yet, and that it was a lovely smile, that made those black eyes light up just the slightest bit. He laughed for the longest time, and even though it wasn’t really all that funny, I laughed with him until he stopped.             He was still smiling when he said, “No, Marie, I don’t think that you’re bitter.”             I smiled back. “Well, that’s good. So may I call you by the name that I remember?”             His smile fell a little bit, and his brow furrowed slightly as he thought. Then he nodded. “Yes,” he said.             After that we just stood there for a moment, and I noticed how strange it was that I was standing in the middle of a cave in nothing but a nightgown and a blanket with an unfamiliar man who had no name but claimed to know me.             But somehow, when I remembered that beautiful little moment, I knew that he told me the truth. He was sleeping, and the candles lit his face. He looked so peaceful. Two stubborn locks of dark hair fell on his forehead, and I pushed them back only for them to fall again. I felt myself smile and I sunk back into my pillow and woke up. And as I awoke, I remembered the name.             “Goodnight, David,” I said as I walked back to my spot.             “Please take the bed, Marie,” he called softly after me. Heat rushed to my face, but I nodded.             “Okay.”             As I went to sleep, I wondered if he remembered that moment, too. And what else, beyond that?