Walking through the door into his apartment, Davis started stripping immediately. He wanted to be out of the uniform that seemed to embody everything the was "right." He didn't want to be doing the right thing.

He wanted to be with Chloe.

In a careless way that totally unlike his normal self, he threw the clothes from his body as far as he could. First the jacket, then the shirt. They smacked against the window glass of his dining room-turned-gym area.

He stalked into the kitchen and nearly pulled the refrigerator door off its hinges in his haste to get to one of the beers within. He twisted the top off and downed half the bottle before stopping for air. Still standing in front of the open fridge, he let his arm with the bottle fall to his side. He leaned his head forward to rest it upon the still-closed freezer door. The cool air from the fridge chilled his body, but he didn't mind. He felt overheated and the cold air was nice.

After several long moments, Davis moved away and closed the refrigerator. As he began to walk away, he changed his mind and snagged another beer from the fridge. Clutching the beers, he moved across to the living room and flopped down onto the couch.

If he had acted differently, Chloe could be with him on this couch right now. He could have been helping her. He could have been protecting her.

Him.

Only him.

Her words came back to him for the thousandth time that day.

You're the only one. It's like you've become my entire world.

He groaned and drained the rest of the open bottle before twisting the other one open. He didn't drink from the second. Just let it rest coolly in his hand as he stared at nothing.

When she had forgotten everyone else, she still knew him. She had come to him.

Not to the man she supposedly loved. Not to the best friend she had known almost her whole life. She had come to Davis.

She had come to the man that shared that strangely strong, undefinable connection. That was the part of herself that stayed when everything else was gone.

Davis sat up straight at that thought. That sounded an awful lot like...soul mates.

Wasn't that how it was described? A part of yourself that is someone else?

Davis knew that he loved Chloe. He was now willing to admit he loved her from that very first second their eyes met that day at the accident. He had seen her before that, but it was when he met her eyes that he was a goner.

Could that be what the connection was between them? It was too fantastic to be true, so he pushed the thought away.

Davis Bloome just didn't get that lucky.

But maybe he had been wrong in dismissing their connection so easily earlier. Didn't it say something that within hours of him saying goodbye to her, that she comes racing to him with no memory of anything but him? There was something here, he just couldn't quite figure out what it was.

His cell phone began ringing. He checked the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Frowning, he hit the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Is this Davis Bloome?"

Davis recognized Jimmy's voice. "Jimmy?" He sat upright. "Is Chloe ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. That is actually why I called. She woke up from the sedative with her memory back. She's fine. They are doing a ton of tests, but she is fine. I just wanted to let you know."

Davis expelled a sign of relief. He didn't understand what had happened, but she was ok. Better than ok. She was whole again.

"Thanks for letting me know, Jimmy."

"I can't thank you enough for taking care of her, Davis. Are you sure you can't make the wedding?"

The wedding. Stupid wedding.

"No, I'm sorry, but they need me at the hospital that day."

"That's a shame. I'll give Chloe your regrets when she gets out of here."

"Thanks."

"Oh, they are coming out of the room now. Bye, Davis."

Jimmy was gone before Davis could say "bye" back.

Davis felt a sudden pang of loss. Chloe had her memories back, but that seemed to mean she was still marrying Jimmy.

Jimmy. A man she couldn't even remember a few hours ago.

A few hours ago when she had clung to Davis and begged to stay with him.

A certainty came upon Davis with a almost physical bolt of force. She was marrying the wrong man.

He had been skipping around the idea for some time, but his morality kept getting in the way. His gut had been trying to tell him all along. He had refused to go after her because she was engaged.

But what if the engagement was a mistake?

What if Davis accepted that Jimmy was wrong for her and actually threw his hat in the ring, instead of dancing around and hinting?

Davis glanced at the clock. Jimmy said they were doing tests, so they were probably holding her overnight. He would go see her tomorrow.

He was done doing the "right" thing. He wouldn't let her go without a fight.

Author's Thanks: I just wanted to take a minute and thank you for taking such an interest in my story. This has been a passion project for me, and I knew when I started that it was likely to be for a limited audience. What I didn't expect for was how devoted the core readers would be. I knew this story would be long, but I really wanted to explore a lot of detail. I've got some more great stuff around the corner, so thank you for sticking around. I hope you are enjoying the reading, as much as I enjoy the writing!