"No, no no no, you don't get it, I HAVE to get in to see her!!!" I
yelled. "I'm sorry, sir, but Miss Iraheta can't take any visitors..."
the nurse said, trying to keep me calm. "But I love her!!" I broke
down even more, sobbed even harder. "I love her..." I looked at the
little diamond ring in my palm.
"I love her..."
I was sitting next to Allison, about a week after the accident. She
had just woken up. I sat on the edge of her hospital bed, holding her
hand. She still had her eyes closed, but she wasn't asleep. She
squeezed my hand a little bit tighter. "What's your name again?" she
asked, looking up at me with those perfect bright brown eyes. I was
heartbroken. How could she have gotten into a car crash? How could she
lose her memory?
How could she forget me?
"Adam, babe, my name is Adam." I muttered. I faked a smile to hold
back my tears. She adjusted the needle in her arm. "Oh yeah, Adam.
Sorry, I keep forgetting." Everything about her had changed. "Here,
take a look at this, sweetie pie..." I said, taking a picture of
Allison and me out of my wallet. She took the tiny photograph in her
cold, frail hand. "This is us?" she asked. I nodded. "Yeah...we were
at a party I think." She smiled. "We were a cute couple..." she said.
I chuckled and nodded. "Look, babe, I want to do something..." I
pushed red hair away from her face and gently kissed her lips. When I
pulled away, she looked at me with confusion clouding over her already
distant eyes. "What, Allison, don't you remember when we used to
kiss?" I said, ready to break down. She shook her head. "I don't
remember what kissing is, really...I'm sorry..." I almost cried. But I knew she
needed me to be strong. I slipped her hand in mine. "It's what you do
when you love someone." She smiled. "I remember what love is." She
tightened her grip on my hand. "At least, now I do."
So....I'm new to this whole thing. First storyyyyy :)
Have a few more chapters written. Sorry, I suck at starting stories. R&R if you'd like.
