It was almost midnight by the time I got to the city. The ship was delayed for a while because the storm threw it off course. Everyone who was on the ship took cover from the rain once it docked. They ran to their destinations and I was left alone, standing on the dock. I looked around, trying to remember the right direction to go. The streets were dimly lit by dull street lights, and only a few shop's still had their lights on. I began to panic slightly, realizing I had hardly any idea where Vaughn was. I couldn't believe I came to the city alone. Willingly. I wished I had asked Julia to come.

No, I thought. I had to do this myself.

I began walking in a direction I thought was right. I tried not to let my imagination get the best of me. I didn't need to worry about all the scary scenarios that could happen to me.

In the rain.

At midnight.

Alone…

"Stop!" I muttered to myself, grasping my hands together. "Get a hold of yourself."

The last thing I needed was a panic attack. I took a deep breath and sighed. I could do this. No problem.

I thought about the time in a different way. What if Vaughn were asleep? Then I'd have to either bang on his door and wake him up, or wait until morning. I couldn't decide which of those options sounded the worse.

But I definitely didn't want to stay outside all night.

Alone.

What was I thinking? I should have waited until morning! What if Vaughn didn't want to hear it, and left me to fend for myself? I didn't even stop to think about this. I acted too rashly.

I sighed. There was no turning back now. I tried to reason that Vaughn wasn't the type of person to let anyone wander the streets at night. I mean, he did take me in before, didn't he? And even then he didn't seem to like me much.

After a while, I somehow made it to a familiar animal shop. I stood at the doors for a long time.

I'd forgotten he lived above the shop.

How in the world was I going to get in? I mentally kicked myself again and again. How could I forget this? He would never hear me knocking now. I looked around desperately, hoping to find a way to get in or make him hear me.

Then I noticed a piece of paper above a small box on the left side of the door. It read: "If the shop is closed and you need to speak with someone, push the button located below. Only in case of emergency, please."

This was an emergency, right?

I flipped the lid to the box open, revealing a small red button. I held my breath and pushed it. Then I waited.

And waited.

I bit my lip and pressed it again. What if it were broken? Or he couldn't hear it? Or what if he were ignoring it? That sounded like Vaughn to me. I pressed it a few more times.

I looked through the windows, but failed to see anything in the dark.

I felt the panic rising. I could almost feel the danger at my back, lurking over my shoulder. I spun around for a moment, but nothing was there. I went back to the box and pressed the button repeatedly. I didn't even care anymore.

But no one came. No lights switched on. I banged on the door a few times, feeling a lump forming in my throat. No one was coming.

I was stranded.

I swallowed and turned away from the door. I needed find somewhere to go. I took a few steps, but stopped again. I literally had no idea where any inn's were. Where anything was.

I stood there as the rain continued to fall. I was sure I was doomed.

But there I heard a door open, and someone say, sounding annoyed, "Hello?"

I spun around and saw Vaughn at the door. As he recognized me, his face changed to shock. I didn't know what to say then. At that moment, everything I had prepared in my mind vanished. We just stood there, staring at each other.

He spoke first. "Chelsea? What…what are you doing here…?"

I felt the lump return and ran to him. I slung my arms around his neck and cried into his neck. His body went rigid, and he stumbled back a bit.

"I'm so sorry, Vaughn." I sobbed. "I'm sorry."

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away. "What the heck is going on? What are you doing here?"

I rambled on incoherently about what had happened, but ended up sounding like a complete idiot. He looked even more confused.

"I love you, Vaughn!" I blurted out. His eyes widened. "I remembered everything. I remembered. Mark made me remember and I tried telling you at the island, but you had left. I had to come find you. Right away. I'm sorry. I thought you gave up. I needed to tell you. Did you give up on me?"

He stared at me, his face contorting into hundreds of emotions. Then he shook his head, looking like he was going to cry. He grabbed me in a hug. "No. No I wouldn't never give up on you, Chelsea. I'd never leave you. I just couldn't stand staying on that island while you were oblivious to me. I thought that if I left… ."

He stopped and moved to where he was looking at me. "I love you too, Chelsea."

He kissed me then. I returned the kiss, and couldn't help the tears sliding down my face. I couldn't explain, or even begin to understand my feelings that moment. I just felt so happy. Relieved. Unbelievably grateful.

I felt as if everything was right again. Like my life was perfect. It was so clear to me now. I was meant to be with Vaughn.

Mark was wrong. So incredibly wrong.

….

Vaughn brought me up to his apartment and I took a hot shower. During so, I realized I got to experience every girls perfect kiss. In the rain. Full of love and emotion. I smiled to myself, feeling giddy. After I finished dressing into his dry, warm clothes I went out into the living room. He was in the kitchen. I approached him and he handed me a mug full of steaming liquid.

"Tea." He told me.

"Thanks." I set it down, letting it cool. I smiled at him.

He smiled too, but then seemed to notice something. I followed the direction of his eyes and realized he saw the bruise. I tried to cover it with my hand.

"Oh." Was all I could say.

"What is that?" He demanded, grabbing my arm and moving my hand away. "Who did this to you?"

"Uh, well… ."

"Chelsea." He said sternly. "Was it…Mark?"

I nodded, frowning. "B-but, it's okay. I took care of it."

His eyes filled with rage. "It's not okay, Chelsea! He hurt you! I'll kill-"

"Vaughn!" I interrupted.

He clenched his jaw. "What happened?"

I told him everything that happened on the beach. Every detail. He deserved to know. By the time I was finished, he was so angry he didn't know how to handle himself. I guess he settled on pacing back and forth, glaring. I tried telling him that it was okay and that I'd told Julia, and that I was sure she was beating him to a pulp at that very moment, but it didn't seem to calm him down.

Finally I just hugged him. He stopped pacing and hugged me back.

"Vaughn. It's okay. I'm okay." I told him. "All that matters is that I got my memory back."

He sighed and relaxed a little. "Well, yeah. But still. Mark will regret what he did."

It was my turn to sigh. "As much as I dislike Mark, I'd rather you not kill him. I don't think he'll be sticking around the island anyway."

He hugged me a little tighter. "I'm so glad you got your memory back. I was starting to go crazy. And I'm sorry for being so rude. I shouldn't have be so distant on the boat. It's all my fault."

"No, don't think that way." I told him, removing myself from his arms. "That's in the past now, and I forgive you."

He nodded and smiled a little. I smiled back and gave him a kiss.

That night I went to bed the happiest I've ever been. I fell asleep wrapped in Vaughn's arms. Everything felt right.

It was perfect.

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you guys enjoy this, considering I was up until 1am writing it. I can't wait to get some well deserved rest after uploading this! Anyway, I'd like to inform you that this story is coming to an end (finally). I'm not sure how many more chapters it'll have, but it won't be a lot.

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