Memories

A/N Not affiliated with Warm Bodies, or Isaac Marion or Nicholas Hoult, but man I would like to be! :)

It's in the early morning hours of the day that I write. Julie is sleeping beside me, snoring slightly. I watch her chest rise and fall for awhile and I know all is right with the world. With my world, anyway. The world in general, well, that is still a work in process. I reach in between the mattress and box spring and produce my faded notebook. This is the first souvenir that I ever collected from the city. The cover is a dusty yellow and when I first found it, lying there in the midst of brain and gore, I couldn't take my eyes off of it for the longest time. I knew that it meant something. That it had been important, I just couldn't remember what for. So I took it, and I would stare at it for hours on end while sitting in my old 747, turning the empty pages. Now I often wonder what it had been meant for. Who bought it? A busy mom? A college student? What hopes and dreams had they planned to write down?

Whatever this old book was meant for had a new purpose now. It doesn't happen every day, but frequent enough that Julie suggested I do this, and, well, at first I thought they were nothing more than dreams, and I was so strung up on the idea of dreaming again that I brushed them off at first. Small videos in my mind playing. Images of a woman hugging and squeezing me, teaching me how to ride a bike. She has a kind face and auburn hair. Faces. People I must have known. A car, a blue Honda. A cubicle in an office. A girl, not much older than Julie, kissing me on the lips and holding my hand. Images from my old life. But not just images. Memories.

I hunch over and jot down what I can remember from last night's visions. Some times they are the same ones over and over. But this one, the one about the girl, she is the newest. She's fairly attractive with shoulder length red hair and bright green eyes, and it worries me. It's obvious that this mystery girl had meant something to me. If I had seen her and not Julie, would she have been the one to cure me? To cure us? If I had not eaten Perry's brain, would I still love Julie?

I look over at her, and find that she is no longer sleeping, but she is watching me intently, her eyes on my back.

"Did I wake you?" I ask.

She shakes her head slightly. "No." She reaches her hand up and rubs my back. "Are you okay? Did you have another dream?"

I give her a small smile, "Yeah, but I'm okay."

She sits up, and rests her head on my shoulder. "Then what's with the crease in between your eyes? Is it that woman again? The one who might be your mother?"

I sigh. I know how important family is to Julie, how hurt she was when her mother ran out, how she felt about her father. But I can't remember my family. I just have pictures in my head of a woman how may or may not be my mother.

"R," She says. "There was always a possibility that this might happen. In fact, I'm surprised it hasn't happened already."

I frown at her, and open my mouth to speak, but she cuts me off by holding a finger to my lips. "You must have had a family. You're remembering people from your old life. This isn't something to suppress. You should explore it. You deserve it."

There's a pause between us. The uncertain elephant in the room dangling from the ceiling. "Do you think they're still alive?" I whisper.

"I don't know." She says softly.

"Do you think..." I pause, collecting myself, shocked at the prickling of tears behind my eyes, "do you think... these people... do you think I hurt them?"

"No." She says firmly. "How could I think that? You saved me and you didn't even know me. Do I think you could hurt your own mother? No, R, I don't." She lays back down and reaches her arms up for me. I drop the book to the floor, and snuggle into her arms. Her spicy perfume invades my nostrils, and I look deep into her eyes. This woman changed everything about me. "No," I said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "You saved me."

She smiles at me, and gives me a soft kiss. And then she giggles and wraps her arms around my neck, while wrapping her body around me. "Come back to bed," she says suggestively, trailing her foot up my leg.

We give in to our desires, and after, when we lay there, listening to each other breathe in and out slowly, I speak the words that I know to be true. "I love you, Julie."

She smiles wider, and rests her head on my chest. "I love you too, R."

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