Jacob's Point Of View:
Chapter Thirty-Five: I Shouldn't Have Done That.
"You wanted to see me Kyle?" Hannah asked as she came into my office.
"Why do you want Renesmee fired? I just got off the phone with your dad."
"It's just I don't want you working with other women." She explained.
"What so you don't trust me?" I said with unbelief.
"No. It's not like that. Maybe it's cause I don't trust her. Or I'm very jealous."
"But I like Renesmee. She's one of the best assistants I've had in a while."
"You like her?" Hannah said shocked.
"Not in that way Hannah! She's just an employee." I reassured her.
"Are you're not going to like her later, Kyle?" she asked.
"Yes. I'm sure. I won't like Renesmee in that way. I promise." I told her.
Well that's sorted out. It was only a simple case of jealousy. I still had to go to the orphanage with Renesmee. The drive was awkward. I drove to the orphanage in silence.
"Hey guys! Miss me?" Renesmee yelled as a crowd of kids surrounded her.
I was stunned. "I thought you've never been before."
"I couldn't resist so I visited them yesterday. Aren't they just so cute?"
"Yeah they are."
"Miss May-May, this man is scary!" One kid cried. "He's so tall. He's very tall like an evil giant." Another kid said. Gee. Thanks. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Miss May-May?" I asked.
"That's what the kids call me. I told them my name and they only remembered May out of Ruh-Nez-May." She explained.
"Well it is a bit of a mouthful of a name." I grinned.
"Hey. Well Mr. Giant, you're going to regret that. Kids! We're going to play a game. It's called 'Lets-Tackle-The-Evil-GIant!." She screamed.
Without hesitation kids were cheering and running towards me. Within seconds I was on the ground with a pile of kids on top of me. They were giggling and laughing as I tried to pick myself up.
"I can't get up. Please, Mr. Evil Giant must get to work."
"Don't be such a killjoy." Renesmee laughed, "And they won't get off you unless I tell them too."
"Okay Renesmee. What do you want?" I asked.
"Hmm. I'll think about it. We'll see." Renesmee said slyly, not giving anything anyway.
"But Renesmee your name really is a mouthful. Should I call you Nessie?"
"Don't call me that." Her smile suddenly dropped.
"I didn't mean to offend you. How about I make it up to you with two favors." I told her feeling bad.
"It's okay. And I will accept that offer. Now you have to do two things for me."
"Don't be too harsh on me Miss May-May."
"No mercy! Well Kyle, if you weren't engaged I would think you were flirting with me now." She laughed.
I turned around to glare at her but instead I stared directly into her eyes for the first time. They were very beautiful. A nice chocolate brown that made my heart beat with such familiarity.
"Are you going to kiss her?" A kid yelled out.
"What no!" I picked up the kid and twirled him around the air.
"Me next!" "No it's my turn."
"You all get a turn okay?" I laughed.
Time passed so quickly. It seems like that because I had so much fun with the kids and Renesmee. I made a very wrong first impression of her when I met her. I thought she was trying to throw herself at me, but I don't know why she did what she did and I shouldn't judge. I do know that she would make a great mother. I needed a break from the Grahams. The whole time since I woke up in a hospital till now, I've felt suffocated. Starting at a business firm I don't remember.
I took a walk down the streets. I can't remember the last time I just took a walk without a worry. My phone alerted me suddenly. Hannah had texted me to remind me that I needed to go to the fundraiser tonight. Everyone in the office was invited. Hannah organized a masquerade for children in Third World countries and a donation would be made using assets that volunteers have provided.
I walked into the foyer and took a silver Venetian mask out of the collection provided by the company and entered the ballroom. The room was low-lit; lights were hanging from the ceiling like a starry night. As people entered the room they made their way down a grand staircase. Everyone was dancing as the smoke machine created an illusion as if they were dancing on clouds.
I looked around for Hannah. Instead someone else caught my eye, someone with beautiful, familiar bronze hair. The angel that saved me in my dreams came here. I blinked my eyes. Was she really making her way down the stairs? Or was it really just a figment of my imagination? She wore a beautiful black and white dress with rhinestones glittering like diamond facets shining brightly in sunlight. Completing the outfit with a simple, silver locket and a black mask hiding her identity from me. I found myself walking up the stairs to meet her halfway. She stared at me and I recognized her as my angel.
I took her hand and led her to the dance floor. We were dancing together, moving in perfect sync. Her eyes were hidden behind her mask but I knew that they were beautiful; the mask left her lips alone making me long for her kiss. I shifted the hair from her face to get a better view of those chocolate brown eyes, such a familiar colour to me. Silence we shared as we danced. Staring into each other's eyes as song after song played, we didn't say a word and yet somehow she knew exactly what I wanted to say. Hesitating, she reached up for a kiss. In that moment I forgot everything: my name, my dreams, my life. I didn't know myself anymore. Finally I broke the silence, "Who are you?" I asked reaching for her mask while taking mine off and revealing me identity.
"Kyle? I'm sorry I have to go," she said suddenly as she let go of my hand and held the hem of her ball gown and made her way back upstairs. Her voice was so beautiful, just like the voice of the girl who spoke in my dream. The angel. Mine.
And just like that she left me. I was too stunned to move and I idiotically watched her walk away. My heart was beating fast; I didn't know I could feel this way. For the first time I knew what love was, yet this feeling held such familiarity. As if I've met her before, as if I've loved her before. But why did she run away from me when she found out my identity? Perhaps she knows I'm engaged. I was interrupted by someone else and I put my mask back on.
"Kyle?" Is that you? I could barely recognize you behind that mask." Hannah stated.
Crap. I just let someone kiss me and I have a fiancé. Do I tell her? "I need to tell you something." I blurted out.
"Not tonight. I have to bid for Mr. Sullivan's condo in Hawaii. Didn't you say you wanted to go there for our honeymoon?" Hannah said walking off to the stage where the auction was taking place.
I was so confused between my feelings for her and my feelings toward Hannah. Somehow what I felt for Hannah didn't seem like much, it didn't feel like love. But towards her, it felt different. It was like she became the center of my gravity and it took one dance for her to get this hold on me. A love that was so simple, so sad and yet beautiful. It was simple because it took one look at her to fall in love, sad because I don't know who she is, beautiful because I got to know love.
Who was that girl? I obviously knew her before the accident, she must have been one of my personal friends but I couldn't find my angel out of those photos Hannah provided me to regain my memory. It's as if she didn't exist. What if that dance was all but a dream? But it seemed so real, so perfect. She was perfect. But I lost my chance with her. Who could she be? There were 300 people invited to this party. How am I ever supposed to find her if she doesn't reveal herself to me?
I opened my hand and saw what she left with me. What seemed like a piece of paper but I unfolded it to reveal a photo, of me. It was me, wearing a blue shirt standing with a young girl at a beach. Who was the young girl in the photo? Who was the girl I danced with? What was she doing with my photo? She must know who I am. I really must have known who she is before I lost my memory. Out of all my contacts in my phone and photos all I see is people from the office. I don't even own a blue shirt like that and we live in the city. None of the photos Hannah has given me contains a portion of a beach. I feel as if I'm living a life not meant for me. How can it be that this girl knows me? Yet I don't know her at all. It read at the bottom, "Forever, I'll love you – Jake." Jake? Was this my twin or something? That's impossible, Hannah told me my family died in a car accident. How is this possible?