[ WP ] In a futuristic world , you can relive any memory through advance simulation . However , the only downside is that you will lose that memory once the simulation ends .

It had been so long since that scent had been a part of his life. It faded far too quickly from his pillow when she had left and smelling it once again was like meeting a best friend after years apart. 
 
 His face scrunched up as he touched a tear that had made its way down his cheek. He smiled slightly and wiped it on his pants. He had forgotten that he cried during their vows. She smiled the kind of smile that had always made his heart pound; the kind that made her the only thing in his vision, oblivious of everything else around him. 
 
 He stuttered and stumbled over the beginning of his vows, but quickly recovered when he looked into her eyes. She was gorgeous to him and always had been. He still could n't believe that she stood there now in front of him, smiling with tears in her eyes. They finished their vows and kissed like they never would again. 
 
 He had forgotten so much of this day. He had always been told that the day would be a blur and they were more than right. It did n't matter how hard he searched his mind for this day, it eluded him. *This was well worth the money*, he thought to himself before quickly bringing him back to the scene that faced him. His wife, cheeks slightly red from the champagne, smiled as they danced close to one another song after song. 
 
 The scene began to grow dark as if entering a tunnel on a train. A small beeping noise assaulted his ears and a bright light flooded his eyes as the device was taken off his face. Two men stood there, fiddling with the computer and the device that he had just been wearing. 
 
 `` Well, how was it?'' asked one of the men. 
 
 `` It was...'' he began. He scrunched up his face and searched his mind for any hint of the day. He could n't recall even the largest detail like what food they had or what songs they had danced to. Had they danced at all? `` I do n't remember.'' 
 
 `` Good, then we're all good to go here. You can pay up front.'' 
 
 The drive home was silent other than the tears that now streamed down his face and fell upon his lap. His house was quiet other than the sobs that echoed throughout the hallway. He lied in bed on top of the blankets, staring at the ceiling. It was cold. Or hot. Somehow he felt both intertwined. He fiddled with the ring around his finger and scrunched up his brain once more. 
 

